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  1. THE CHRONICLES OF CLOVIS
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  3. SAKI
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  5. Contents
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  7. Introduction
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  9. Esmé
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  11. The Match-Maker
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  13. Tobermory
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  15. Mrs. Packletide's Tiger
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  17. The Stampeding of Lady Bastable
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  19. The Background
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  21. Hermann the Irascible—A Story of the Great Weep
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  23. The Unrest-Cure
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  25. The Jesting of Arlington Stringham
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  27. Sredni Vashtar
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  29. Adrian
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  31. The Chaplet
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  33. The Quest
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  35. Wratislav
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  37. The Easter Egg
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  39. Filboid Studge, the Story of a Mouse that Helped
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  41. The Music on the Hill
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  43. The Story of St. Vespaluus
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  45. The Way to the Dairy
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  47. The Peace Offering
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  49. The Peace of Mowsle Barton
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  51. The Talking-Out of Tarrington
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  53. The Hounds of Fate
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  55. The Recessional
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  57. A Matter of Sentiment
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  59. The Secret Sin of Septimus Brope
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  61. "Ministers of Grace"
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  63. The Remoulding of Groby Lington
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On this particular morning the sight of Lady Bastable enthroned among her papers gave Clovis the hint towards which his mind had been groping all breakfast time. His mother had gone upstairs to supervise packing operations, and he was alone on the ground-floor with his hostess—and the servants. The latter were the key to the situation. Bursting wildly into the kitchen quarters, Clovis screamed a frantic though strictly non-committal summons: "Poor Lady Bastable! In the morning-room! Oh, quick!" The next moment the butler, cook, page-boy, two or three maids, and a gardener who had happened to be in one of the outer kitchens were following in a hot scurry after Clovis as he headed back for the morning-room. Lady Bastable was roused from the world of newspaper lore by hearing a Japanese screen in the hall go down with a crash. Then the door leading from the hall flew open and her young guest tore madly through the room, shrieked at her in passing, "The jacquerie! They're on us!" and dashed like an escaping hawk out through the French window. The scared mob of servants burst in on his heels, the gardener still clutching the sickle with which he had been trimming hedges, and the impetus of their headlong haste carried them, slipping and sliding, over the smooth parquet flooring towards the chair where their mistress sat in panic-stricken amazement. If she had had a moment granted her for reflection she would have behaved, as she afterwards explained, with considerable dignity. It was probably the sickle which decided her, but anyway she followed the lead that Clovis had given her through the French window, and ran well and far across the lawn before the eyes of her astonished retainers.

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Lost dignity is not a possession which can be restored at a moment's notice, and both Lady Bastable and the butler found the process of returning to normal conditions almost as painful as a slow recovery from drowning. A jacquerie, even if carried out with the most respectful of intentions, cannot fail to leave some traces of embarrassment behind it. By lunch-time, however, decorum had reasserted itself with enhanced rigour as a natural rebound from its recent overthrow, and the meal was served in a frigid stateliness that might have been framed on a Byzantine model. Halfway through its duration Mrs. Sangrail was solemnly presented with an envelope lying on a silver salver. It contained a cheque for forty-nine shillings.

The MacGregor boys learned how to play poker-patience; after all, they could afford to.

The Background

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"That woman's art-jargon tires me," said Clovis to his journalist friend. "She's so fond of talking of certain pictures as 'growing on one,' as though they were a sort of fungus."

"That reminds me," said the journalist, "of the story of Henri Deplis. Have I ever told it you?"

Clovis shook his head.

"Henri Deplis was by birth a native of the Grand Duchy of Luxemburg. On maturer reflection he became a commercial traveller. His business activities frequently took him beyond the limits of the Grand Duchy, and he was stopping in a small town of Northern Italy when news reached him from home that a legacy from a distant and deceased relative had fallen to his share.