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"Don't talk of lunch to me!" he said "I shan't have time for it I

shall take a hunk of bread and butter inthe workman's dinner hour; you bet the noble

British workman won't cut short his precious ain as soon as he had sed his breakfast, with his

pipe in his s in his hand; and

Nell, after gazing from theat the avenue up which the horses and went down to the village, n of the sleepy prosperity

which distinguishes a self-respecting English village lucky enough to

lie outside the gates of such a place as Anglemere

It was like old Shorne Mills ti with her basket on her arm

The butcher touched his forehead and smiled with respectful admiration

as she entered the tiny and scrupulously clean shop

"You be the young lady froe, miss?" he said, with a pleasant

kind of welcoentlees at the Hall, I'ht to say against the old earl, for he

was a good landlord and a kind-hearted gentleman But, you see, he