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hung them under the ears of cart-mules and
ponies ?—a country where they treated the foxes
as they did, to say nothing of the Holy Father,
must be a land of malediction.
He smoked through two great cigars, and
walked about the town unhappily, and when it
was noon went upstafrs to his sister. He did
not dare to go a moment before the time.
"Dear Freddie, is it you?** said the Lady
Hilda, Ustlessly; she looked very lovely and
very languid, in a white cashmere morning
gown, with a quantity of lace about it, and her
hair all thrown back loosely, and tied like the
Venere aUa Spina*s.
" I have to go away by the night train. Poor
Uttle Cheviot's Ul," he said disconsolately, as he
took her hand; he never ventured on kissing her;
years before she had taught him that such en¬
dearments were very ridiculous and disagree¬
" Dear me, I am very sorry. WUl you have
coffee, or tea, or wine ? '* she asked absently, as
she went to the table where the breakfast was.
" Chevy*s "ery Ul," said Lord Ciairvaux.