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  1. RED POTTAGE
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  3. MARY CHOLMONDELEY
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  5. Contents
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  8. Chapter I
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  10. Chapter II
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  12. Chapter III
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  14. Chapter IV
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  16. Chapter V
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  18. Chapter VI
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  20. Chapter VII
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  22. Chapter VIII
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  24. Chapter IX
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  26. Chapter X
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  28. Chapter XI
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  30. Chapter XII
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  32. Chapter XIII
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  34. Chapter XIV
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  36. Chapter XV
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  38. Chapter XVI
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  40. Chapter XVII
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  42. Chapter XVIII
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  44. Chapter XIX
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  46. Chapter XX
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  48. Chapter XXI
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  50. Chapter XXII
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  52. Chapter XXIII
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  54. Chapter XXIV
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  56. Chapter XXV
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  58. Chapter XXVI
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  60. Chapter XXVII
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  62. Chapter XXVIII
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  64. Chapter XXIX
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  66. Chapter XXX
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  68. Chapter XXXI
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  70. Chapter XXXII
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  72. Chapter XXXIII
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  74. Chapter XXXIV
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  76. Chapter XXXV
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  78. Chapter XXXVI
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  80. Chapter XXXVII
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  82. Chapter XXXVIII
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  84. Chapter XXXIX
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  86. Chapter XL
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  88. Chapter XLI
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  90. Chapter XLII
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  92. Chapter XLIII
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  94. Chapter XLIV
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  96. Chapter XLV
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  98. Chapter XLVI
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  100. Chapter XLVII
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  102. Chapter XLVIII
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  104. Chapter XLIX
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  106. Chapter L
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  108. Chapter LI
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  110. Chapter LII
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  112. Chapter LIII
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  114. Conclusion
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  116. Postscript
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  119. Endnotes
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"I have a verr' pretty thing for gentlemen," said Fräulein. "Herr B-r-r-rown has just bought one."

"Very elaborate, indeed. Bible-markers, I presume? Oh, braces! Never mind, they will be equally useful to me. I'll have them. Now for the tea-cosey. It is under-priced. I consider that, with the chenille swallow, it is worth thirty shillings. I will give thirty for it."

"Thirty-two and six," said Rachel.

"The landed interest is not going to be browbeaten by coal-mines. Thirty-three and twopence."

"Forty shillings," said Rachel.

"Forty-two," said Lord Newhaven.

Every one in the tent had turned to watch the bidding.

"Forty-two and six," said Rachel.

Fräulein blushed. She had worked the tea-cosey. It was to her a sonata in red plush.

"Three guineas," said Captain Pratt, by an infallible instinct, perceiving, and placing himself within the focus of general interest.

The bidding ceased instantly. Lord Newhaven shrugged his shoulders and turned away. Fräulein, still shaking with conflicting emotions, handed the tea-cosey to Captain Pratt. He took it with an acid smile, secretly disgusted at the sudden cessation of interest, for which he had paid rather highly, and looked round for Lady Newhaven.

But she had disappeared.

"Fancy you and Algy bidding against each other like that," said Ada Pratt, archly, to Lord Newhaven, for though Ada was haughty in general society she could be sportive, and even friskily ingratiating, towards those of her fellow-creatures whom she termed "swells." "Why, half Middleshire will be saying that you have quarrelled next."

"Only those who do not know how intimate Captain Pratt and I really are could think we have quarrelled," said Lord Newhaven, his eyes wandering over the crowd. "But I am blocking your way and Mrs. Pratt's. How do you do, Mrs. Pratt? Miss West, your burden is greater than you can bear. You are dropping part of it. I don't know what it is, but I can shut my eyes as I pick it up. I insist on carrying half back to the house. It will give a pleasing impression that I have bought largely. Weren't you pleased at the money we wrung out of Captain Pratt? He never thought we should stop bidding. It's about all the family will contribute, unless that good old Mamma Pratt buys something. She is the only one of the family I can tolerate. Is Scarlett still here? I ought to have asked after him before."

"He's here, but he's not well. He's in hiding in the smoking-room."

"He is lucky he is no worse. I should have had rheumatic fever if I had been in his place. How cool it is in here after the glare outside. Must you go out again? Well, I consider I have done my duty, and that I may fairly allow myself a cigarette in peace."

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"Really, Mr. Loftus, I'm quite shocked. This absurd faintness! The tent was very crowded, and there is not much air to-day, is there? I shall be all right if I may sit quietly in the hail a little. How deliciously cool in here after the glare outside. A glass of water? Thanks. Yes, only I hate to be so troublesome. And how are you after that dreadful accident in the boat?"