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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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"Ada and Selina say Algy and she have been attached for years: that is why the wedding is so soon—only nine months—and she is to keep her title, and they are going to live at Westhope. I told Ada and Selina I hoped they did not expect too much from the marriage, for sometimes people who did were disappointed, but they only laughed and said Vi had promised Algy to take them out next season."

"We seem to live in an atmosphere of weddings," said Mr. Gresley. "First, Dr. Brown and Fräulein, and now Algy Pratt and Lady Newhaven."

"I was so dreadfully afraid that Fräulein might think our arch was put up for her, and presume upon it," said Mrs. Gresley, "that I thought it better to send her a little note, just to welcome her cordially, and tell her how busy we were about the Pratt festivities, and what a coincidence it was her arriving on the same day. I told her I would send down the children to spend the morning with her to-morrow. I knew that would please her, and it is Miss Baker's day in Southminster with her aunt, and I shall really be too busy to see after them. In some ways I don't like Miss Baker as much as Fräulein. She is paid just the same, but she does much less, and she is really quite short sometimes if I ask her to do any little thing for me, like copying out that church music."

"Hester used to do it," said Mr. Gresley.

"Miss Brown told me she had heard from Hester, and that she and Miss West are still in India. And they mean to go to Australia and New Zealand, and come home next spring."

"Was Hester well?"

"Quite well. You know, James, I always told you that hers was not a genuine illness. That was why they would not let us see her. It was only hysteria, which girls get when they are disappointed at not marrying, and are not so young as they were. Directly poor Mr. Scarlett died, Hester left her room, and devoted herself to Miss West, and Dr. Brown said it was the saving of her. But for my part I always thought Hester took in Dr. Brown and the Bishop about that illness."

"I should not wonder if Hester married Dick Vernon," said Mr. Gresley. "It is rather marked, their going to Australia when he went back there only a few months ago. If she had consulted me I should have advised her not to follow him up."

A burst of cheering, echoed by piercing howls from Boulou locked up in the empty nursery.

"I hope Miss Baker has put the children in a good place. She is sure to be in a good one herself," said Mrs. Gresley, as she and her husband took up their position by the gate.

More cheering! A sudden flourish of trumpets and a trombone from the volunteer band at the corner, of which Mr. Pratt was colonel.