"Do you know, Jane, I have your little pearl necklace at this moment fastened round my bronze
scrag under my cravat?
I found myself in Liberty once, and I remember feeling a bit like a serf who'd crept into the dining chamber of some feudal overlord to pinch whatever left-over
scrags of venison had dropped from the ceremonial gorging table.
The chunky, shop-cut chips were unique in our experience as they came without those ugly, brown
scrags that usually find their way to the bottom of the bowl.