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sat down fully intending to replenish my inner man 

 in the best way I could. I had some soup, and 

 some fish, which I remember was a pike that I had 

 caught in the Rhine falls the day before. I sat at 

 the head of the table, being the oldest visitor in the 

 hotel indeed, I had been staying there with my 

 family for some weeks. Monsieur Weber, the land- 

 lord, who spoke English very well, liked also to do 

 things a F Anglaise\ and in front of me he put down 

 a dish with a cover on ; this Monsieur Weber re- 

 moved with an important kind of flourish, and there, 

 oh, horror of horrors ! appeared a calf's head 

 standing bolt upright upon a short stump of a neck, 

 the ears having been cut off and carefully laid on 

 each side of it, and looking for all the world like the 

 head of Carl Cadwaller as I had last beheld it, so 

 white, and ghastly, and horrible, that I at once ex- 

 claimed, " Mercy on us, Monsieur Weber, what made 

 you put that horrid-looking head in front of me ? It 

 is so like the head of the poor fellow that I saw 

 beheaded this morning that you've spoilt my dinner 

 for me." 



I never was fond of veal in any shape, but this 

 was such a clencher that I have hated the very sight 

 of veal and calf's head ever since. 



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