"Tartlet" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the bad shot becomes as the good, and all distinctions are levelled! How well, how gratefully do I remember you! Still, in my waking fancies, there rises to my nose a savoury odour, telling of stew or hot-pot, and still the crisp succulence of the jam tartlet has honour in my memory. Ah, tempi passati, tempi passati! But away, fancy, and to our work, which is ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 22, 1892 • Various |
