Last week Thos. Cook & Son and other panders of rubberneckery rushed crowds of sightseers to a new gawking place. For the first time in 400 years the kitchens of Hampton Court Palace, whence came the viands of Cardinal Wolsey and florid Henry VIII, were thrown open to the public. Where the Master Cook, velvet-gowned, bechained with gold, had once held powers of all but life and death over his scullions, thronged many a one who thought himself as good as many another, and probably considerably better.
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