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letting me have it for that which follows. But 

 one writer, one pen. I am not man enough for 

 his, not though I take both arms to it. As 

 witness : 



Then he called for tea. And thenceforward 

 for the space of one thousand and five hundred 

 and sixty and three or four minutes, to be strictly 

 accurate, there was such a pumping of pumps, 

 kindling of fires, boiling of kettles, such a milking 

 of cattle Jerseys, shorthorns, Bedfordshires, black, 

 brown, white, yellow, spotted with dun and 

 splashed with red, fat, lean, with crumpled horn 

 and with horn of symmetrical shape, and Chilling- 

 hams, not to mention buffaloes and yaks and 

 female coiros (of which there are too few) ; such 

 an opening of caddies and measuring of measures, 

 such a filling of sugar-bowls, such an outgoing 

 of the raw material, such a polishing and rubbing 

 up of spoons and knives, such a submitting to the 

 towel of cups and platters, such a disintegration 

 of loaves, wheaten and oaten, such a spreading 

 of butter, such a bringing of cakes seed, currant, 

 sultana, and the Simnel and the Genoa cakes and 

 all other kinds of cakes and Dundee cake, such 

 a spreading of tray cloths, such an unfolding of 

 Japanese napkins, such a making and a baking 

 of little brown scones and cookies and other hot 

 breads, that the like was never seen before nor 



