#three clerks

[madamemarmot]

It was his custom, as he walked towards Tavistock Square, to stop at a friendly pastry-cook's in Covent Garden, and revive his spirits for the coming interview with Banbury tarts and cherry-brandy.

“Crinoline and Macassar” in The Three Clerks by Anthony Trollope

[madamemarmot]

'Judge not, and ye shall not be judged,' said Undy, quoting Scripture as the devil did before him; 'and as for consciousness of crime, I suppose M'Buffer has none at all. I have no doubt he thinks himself quite as honest as the rest of the world. He firmly believes that all of us are playing the same game, and using the same means, and has no idea whatever that dishonesty is objectionable.'

The Three Clerks by Anthony Trollope

[miburbank-blog]

"The back yard had aloes and roses instead of grass, and lots of hanging seats. She found a place in a hammock with a man who told her to call him Deep Sleeper, then laughed. He had been talking to a young Australian couple and they turned the subject politely from someone they didn’t agree with to mushrooms. They grow in the woods there, or on the side of the road. Haylee played it cool as though she’d met hundreds of Australians and sat listening until her eyes began to sting. She pulled her contacts out and wiped them on the chair cushion."

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