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In the "Sunday in London,"* Monsieur the Chef is instructing a kitchen-maid how to compound some rascally French kickshaw or the other- aprettyscoundrel truly!
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All the pretty, tiny little kickshaws of Gotham had once been his.
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I'll pay for the trees, shrubs, and kickshaws in the gardens and lawns.
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Suddenly Mrs. Kickshaw reached down and grabbed Cirrus by the collar.
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No cakes, no pastry kickshaws, and only wheaten bread enough for absolute necessity.
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My wife must eat plain food, and I don't love kickshaws.
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Look what they pay for their silks and satins and kickshaws and silly furbelows!
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It's Mrs. Kickshaw you ought to be worried about.
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The crestfallen look on Mrs. Kickshaw's face, however, tells him that she has guessed it.
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Mrs. Kickshaw was in the garden, ringing the bell.
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Mrs. Kickshaw shook her head and wiped her brow.
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At sight of these kickshaws a dismal suspicion entered Mahony's mind, and refused to be dislodged.
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Spent all you had for cakes and kickshaws in the towns where the stage-coach stopped, I'll warrant.
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A girl with a mutinous expression and ghastly hair-thevictim of another of Mrs. Kickshaw's haircuts-staredback.
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And who was to say that Mrs. Kickshaw, outside looking for him now, would not want it, too?
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No one shall be stinted in Walter Ashton's house; but I'll not away with any of your outlandish kickshaws.