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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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A clatter of four white horses and an open carriage. A fleeting vision of Captain Pratt, white waistcoat, smile, teeth, eye-glass, hat waved in lavender-kid hand! A fleeting vision of a lovely woman in white, with a wonderful white-feathered hat, and a large diamond heart, possibly a love token from Captain Pratt, hanging on a long diamond chain, bowing and smiling beside her elaborate bridegroom.

In a moment they were passed, and a report of cannon and field-artillery showed that the east lodge of Warpington Towers had been reached, and the solemn joy of the Pratts was finding adequate expression.

"She looked rather frightened," said Mrs. Gresley.

"Such a magnificent reception is alarming to a gentle, retiring nature," said Mr. Gresley.

More cheering! this time much more enthusiastic than the last—louder, deafening.

Dr. Brown's dog-cart came slowly in sight, accompanied by a crowd.

"They have taken out the horse and are dragging them up," said Mrs. Gresley, in astonishment. "Look at Dr. Brown waving his hat, and Fräulein bowing in that silly way. Well, I only hope her head won't be turned by the arches and everything. She will find my note directly she gets in. Really, James! two brides and bridegrooms in one day! It is like the end of a novel."

Postscript

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We turn the pages of the Book of Life with impatient hands. And if we shut up the book at a sad page we say, hastily, "Life is sad." But it is not so. There are other pages waiting to be turned. I, who have copied out one little chapter of the lives of Rachel and Hester, cannot see plainly, but I catch glimpses of those other pages. I seem to see Rachel with children round her, and Dick not far off, and the old light rekindled in Hester's eyes. For Hope and Love and Enthusiasm never die. We think in youth that we bury them in the graveyards of our hearts, but the grass never yet grew over them. How, then, can life be sad, when they walk beside us always in the growing light towards the Perfect Day.

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Endnotes

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[1] A card, headed by the above text, was seen by the writer in August, 1898, in the porch of a country church.

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