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Title: The select works of Bret Hartte in prose and poetry
Year: 1872 (1870s)
Authors: Harte, Bret, 1836-1902
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Publisher: London : Chatto and Windus, Piccadilly
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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ly resemblancewhich led their brother-in-law, the good-humoured St. Addle-gourd, to say that, Pon my soul, you know, the wholeprecious mob looked like a ghastly pack of court cards—dont you know1? St. Addlegourd was a radical. Having a rent-roll of £15,000,000., and belonging to oneof the oldest families in Britain, he could afford to be. Mamma, Ive just dropped a pearl, said the Lady Cori-ander, bending over the Persian hearth-rug. From your lips, sweet friend, said Lothaw, who cameof age and entered the room at the same moment. No, from my work. It was a very valuable pearl,mamma; papa gave Isaacs and Sons £50,000 for the two. Ah, indeed, said the Duchess, languidly rising; ° let usgo to luncheon. But your Grace, interposed Lothaw, who was still quiteyoung, and had dropped on all-fours on the carpet in searchof the missing gem, consider the value Dear friend, interposed the Duchess, with infinite tact,gently lifting him by the tails of his dress-coat, Jam wait*ing for your arm.
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Gathered around the refined and sabred circle of their breakfast table with their glittering coronets. LOTH AW. 421 CHAPTER II. Lothaw was immensely rich. The possessor of seventeen castles, fifteen villas, nineshooting-boxes, and seven town houses, he had other estatesof which he had not even heard. Everybody at Plusham played croquet, and none badly. Next to their purity of blood and great wealth, the familywere famous for this accomplishment. Yet Lothaw soon tired of the game, and after seriouslydamaging his aristocratically large foot in an attempt totight croquet the Lady Aniseeds ball, he limped awayto join the Duchess. Im going to the hennery, she said. Let me go with you. I dearly love fowls • # * • * broiled, he added, thoughtfully. The Duke gave Lady Montairy some large Cochins theother day, continued the Duchess, changing the subject withdelicate tact. Lady Montairy,Quite contrairy,How do your Cochins grow ? sang Lothaw gaily. The Duchess looked shocked. After a prolong

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