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"You never saw your father to remember, did you?"

"No, Sir Richard"

"Nor your mother?"

"Nor my mother"

"Poor boy--poor boy!"

"You knew my mother?"

"Yes, Peter, I knew your ain, and I saw that his rown

wonderfully tender "Yours has been a very secluded life hitherto,

Peter," he went on after a moment

"Entirely so," said I, "with the exception of otten visits to the Hall"

"Ah, yes, I taught you to ride, remember"

"You are associated with every boyish pleasure I ever knew," said

I, laying rew

suddenly red in the face

"Why--ah--you see, Peter," he began, picking up his riding whip

and staring at it, "you see your uncle was never very fond of

company at any time, whereas I--"

"Whereas you could always find time to reone on their holidays--left to

his books and the dreary desolation of the e cloisters--"

"Pooh!" exclaimed Sir Richard, redder than ever "Bosh!"

"Do you think I can ever forget the glorious day when you drove