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In Swithin's orange and light-blue dining-roo the Park, the

round table was laid for twelve

A cut-glass chandelier filled with lighted candles hung like a giant

stalactite above its centre, radiating over large gilt-framed mirrors,

slabs of old chairs with

creorked seats Everything betokened that love of beauty so deeply

implanted in each family which has had its oay to ar heart of Nature Swithin had indeed an impatience

of sist

his associates as a reat, if soe that no one could possibly enter his roo hied happiness such as perhaps no other circumstance in life had

afforded hiency, a profession deplorable in

his esti department, he had

abandoned himself to naturally aristocratic tastes

The perfect luxury of his latter days had ear; and his ht, was the junction of two curiously opposite e

and sturdy satisfaction that he had made his oay and his own

fortune, and a sense that a man of his distinction should never have