It is a goodomelette, said the host of the Venta, as Miss Cheyne took up her fork.
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Make rather a goodomelette.
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A plethora of mottoes reminds us that political revolutions are never tidy-nota gentleman says one, no goodomelette without cracking eggshells says another.
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"Pretty goodomelette, huh?" Hoshino asked.
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"Yes," she said pleasantly, "it is a goodomelette." And the man turned sharply and looked at her as if she had said something startling.