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Saying which, Master Milo handed Barnabas a small folded paper

whereon, scribbled in Cleone's well-knoriting, were these three

aphorishty

spirit before a fall

2 Selfishness shall find its oard

3 Journeys end in lovers'these words with his eyes; so puzzled

and engrossed was he indeed, that not until Master Milo ventured to

touch him on the arm did he look up

"'Ere's 'is Ludship, sir," explained Milo, jerking his thumb towards

the open , "a-drivin' up the av'noo, sir, in 'is phayton,

and wiv 'is noo Vi-coun-tess along of hih-stepper

she looks, don't she? Arter all, I don't blaoin' an' doin'

of it, I don't Ye see, I allus 'ad a tender spot for Miss Cle up Vi-coun-tess she do make,

an' no error, sir--now don't she?"

"Surely," nodded Barnabas, looking where Milo pointed, "surely she

is the handsoland, I, he strode fro come out upon the terrace, stood to watch the

phaeton's rapid approach

And, indeed, ords could be found in any language that could

possibly do justice to the gentle, glowing beauty of Mistress

Cleood and all, into Beatrix,

Viscountess Devenha color of

her cheek, the tender light of her deep, soft eyes, the ripe

loveliness of her shape, and all the indefinable grace and charm of