Middlemarch - 14

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CHAPTER XIV.  “Follows here the strict receiptFor that sauce to dainty meat,Named Idleness, which many eatBy preference, and call it sweet:First watch for morsels, like a houndMix well with buffets, stir them roundWith good thick oil of flatteries, And froth with mean self-lauding lies.Serve warm: the vessels you must chooseTo keep it in are dead men’s shoes.” Mr. Bulstrode’s consultation of Harriet seemed to have had the effect desired by Mr. Vincy, for early the next morning a letter came which Fred could carry to Mr. Featherstone as the required testimony. The old gentleman was staying in bed on account