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Indeed the historian is bold to say that within no kitchen in this

world were all things in such a constant state of winking, twinkling,

gleas of the oaken table

and chairs, to the hacked and battered old cutlass above the chimney,

as in this self-same kitchen of "The Spotted Cow"

And yet--and yet! Sweeter, whiter, war in this kitchen (or out of it) was she who

had started up to her feet so suddenly, and now stood with blushing

cheeks and hurried bosorace from the ribbons in herout beneath her print gown; and Barnabas,

standing between them, saw her flush reflected as it were for a

moment in the Viscount's usually pale cheek

"My Lord!" said she, and stopped

"Why, Clemency, you--you are--handsomer than ever!" stammered the

Viscount

"Oh, my Lord!" she exclaiht there were tears in her eyes

"Did we startle you, Clery, ravenous Er--this is a friend of mine--Mr

Beverley--Mistress Clemency Dare; and oh, Cle she yet stood with head averted, the Viscount with a

freedo acquaintance, yet with a courtly deference also,

took the hand that hung so listless, and looked down into the

flushed beauty of her face, and, as he looked, beheld a great tear

that crept upon her cheek