...and the odour of that spicy cake came back upon my recollection, and the pleasure and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy when...never had a bit of it in my mouth at last — and 1 blamed my impertinent spirit of alms-giving, and out-of-place hypocrisy of goodness, and above all...

...and the odour of that spicy cake came back upon my recollection, and the pleasure, and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy when...face again of that insidious, goodfor-nothing, old, gray impostor. Our ancestors were nice in their method of sacrificing these tender victims. We read...

...and the odour of that spicy cake came back upon my recollection, and the pleasure and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it , and her joy when...never had a bit of it in my mouth at last — and 1 blamed my impertinent spirit of alms-giving, and out-of-place hypocrisy of goodness, and above all...

...and the odour of that spicy cake came back upon my recollection, and the pleasure, and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy when...disappointed she would feel that I had never had a hit of it in my mouth at last — and I blamed my impertinent spirit of alms-giving, and out-of-place...

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...and the odour of that spicy cake came back upon my recollection, and the pleasure and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy when she sent it to the oren, and how disappointed she would feel that I had never had a bit of it in ray mouth at last —...

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...and the odor of that spicy cake came back upon my recollection, and the pleasure and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy when...I blamed my impertinent spirit of alms-giving, and out-o£place hypocrisy of goodness ; and above all I wished never to see the face again of that insidious,...

...had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy when she sent it to the oren, and how disappointed sho would feel that I had never had a bit of it in my...fa'ce again of that insidious, good-for-nothing, old, gray impostor. Our ancestors were nice in their method of sacrificing these tender victims. We read...

...and the odour of that spicy cake came back upon my recollection, and the pleasure and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy when...disappointed she would feel that I had never had a hit of it in my mouth at last — and I blamed my impertinent spirit of alms-giving, and out-of-place...