Reading and writing e to me easy. I learn my letters as follows: A for asparagus, asperges au beurre fohough never, for my mothers sake, with a sauce batarde); B for boeuf, baron of, roasted mostly, with a pouding Yorkshire patriotically sputtering away beh it in the dripping pan; C for carrots, carrottes, choufleur, camembert and so ht down to Zabaglione, although I often wonder what use the X might be, si figures in no cooks alphabet.
And I stick as close to that kit as the cro?te to a paté or the mayono an oeuf. First, I stand on that stool to my saus; then on an upturned bucket; then on my own two feet. Time passes.
Life in this remote mansion flows by a tranquil stream, only vulsing into turbulence a year and then for two weeks only, but that fuss enough, the Grouse Shoot, when they all e from town to set us by the ears.
Although Sir and Madam believe their visit to be the very and unique reason for the existences of ead every one of us, the yearl……（内容加载失败！）
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