# Quote — R. D. Blackmore, Lorna Doone

> On the right-hand side was a mighty oven, where Betty threatened to bake us; and on the left, long sides of bacon, made of favoured pigs, and growing very brown and comely. Annie knew the names of all, and ran up through the wood-smoke, every now and then, when a gentle memory moved her, and asked them how they were getting on, and when they would like to be eaten. Then she came back with foolish tears, at thinking of that necessity; and I, being soft in a different way, would make up my mind against bacon. But, Lord bless you! it was no good. Whenever it came to breakfast-time, after three hours upon the moors, I regularly forgot the pigs, but paid good heed to the rashers.

- Author: [R. D. Blackmore](https://www.leafyquotes.com/r-d-blackmore.md)
- Book: [Lorna Doone](https://www.leafyquotes.com/r-d-blackmore/lorna-doone.md)
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