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But really you ladies have no right here: it's clean against the rules, and the hubbub you provoke is a scandal." "Do you mean to insinuate, sir--" "With your leave, ma'am, I mean to insinuate myself between your person and the table from which at this moment you debar me.
Ah!" exclaimed Brother Copas as the cook whipped off the first of the great dish-covers, letting loose a cloud of savoury steam.
He sniffed at it.
"What's this?
Boiled pork, and in June! We'll have a look at the others, please.

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