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like all rooe, is too full--cra the black satin stuffed and buttoned armchair, with a bit of

ork down its centre, and soiven by Louis XV to the ancestress, who refused his

favours--A mass of letters and papers, and reports, a bottle of creosote

and a feather! A servant in black, verging upon ninety, brought in the

tea, and said Madame la Duchesse would be there i eyes kindly as ever "Good day Nicholas," she said and

kissed me on both cheeks, "Thou art thy mother's child--Va!--And I

thank thee for the fifty thousand francs for ot caught in her pocket, not the purple jersey this time,

and she played with the--out with it!"

"Shall I write a book?, that's it Maurice thinks it ht divert

an pouring out the tea, "paper is

scarce--I doubt, my son, if what you would inscribe upon it would

justify the waste--but still--as a soulagement--an asperine so to

speak--perhaps--yes On what subject?"