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CHAPTER THREE-2
As if Mrs. Boswin was following his thoughts, she piped up, “It makes me blood boil, my Lord, when I thinks of the days when there was so much food we could ’ardly eat it all. But these past years there was an ’ole in all our tummies, as you used to say when you were a little lad.” “I am sure, Mrs. Boswin, I shall not say that again,” the Marquis replied. “I am looking forward to dinner.” “I’ll do somethin’ special for you this evening,” Mrs. Boswin replied, “’though, of course, your Lordship’s brought down a fancy chef with you from London.” The Marquis realised that this was a sore point and something he should not have done. He therefore said quickly, “It was only a precaution, Mrs. Boswin. I was not sure if there would be anybody here to cook for me. I will send the chef back to
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