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Hardly. These are canapes, Alfred.
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For your first course, some truffle egg on toast, perhaps?
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Some oysters a la Russe.
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- Then what? - There's lobster rissoles in mousseline sauce.
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Or calvados-glazed to duckling.
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Or you fancy a little asparagus salad with Champagne saffron vinaigrette.
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When I think how you've gone to such pains...
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Don't mind me. What about the pain of that poor girl upstairs?
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Jilted at the alter... I don't think I couldn't stand the shame.
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Then it's lucky no-one's ever asked you, isn't it.
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Poor thing. How will she find the strength to hold up her head?
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I swear I'd have to run away and hide in a place where no-one knew me.