tea-nectar

Updated: August 12, 2026

How empty it was in that part which may be called the magazine, I do not say; but, ah, good Heavens! thought I, if, however, that pretty girl, who over there takes a cop of tea-nectar and rich splendid rusks to that fat gentleman who, from satiety, can hardly raise himself from the sofa, would but reach out her lovely hand a little further, and could she would with a thousand kisses in vain! ah, the satiated gentleman takes his cup; he steeps and steeps his rusk with such eternal slowness it might be wine.

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