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"Your Grace honors me!" said Cleone, her eyes demure, but with a

diratulate you I was a great success--inyou--an hour after you were born You were very

pink, Cleone, and as bald as--as I a No--pray sit

still,--Mr Beverley isn't looking at you, and he was just as bald,

once, I expect--and will be again, I hope Even at that early age

you pouted at

now, Miss! To-day Mr Beverley frowns at me, and I like him for

it,--besides, he's very handsoan Barnabas, with an angry look

"Ah! now you're going to quarrel with o If you , and, I think, a match for you Oh, Major! Major Piper,

pray lend your arm and protection to a poor, old, defenceless woallantly gave her

the li in his best

andat the ground, half expecting

that Cleone would rise and leave hi

back in her chair, her head carelessly averted, but watching him