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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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"'Do you know, I dropped over seven hundred francs at the tables this afternoon,' she announced cheerfully at dinner on the fourth evening of their visit.

"'Aunt! Twenty-eight pounds! And you were losing last night too.'

"'Oh, I shall get it all back,' she said optimistically; 'but not here. These silly little horses are no good. I shall go somewhere where one can play comfortably at roulette. You needn't look so shocked. I've always felt that, given the opportunity, I should be an inveterate gambler, and now you darlings have put the opportunity in my way. I must drink your very good healths. Waiter, a bottle of PONTET CANET. Ah, it's number seven on the wine list; I shall plunge on number seven to-night. It won four times running this afternoon when I was backing that silly number five.'

"Number seven was not in a winning mood that evening. The Brimley Bomefields, tired of watching disaster from a distance, drew near to the table where their aunt was now an honoured habituée, and gazed mournfully at the successive victories of one and five and eight and four, which swept 'good money' out of the purse of seven's obstinate backer. The day's losses totalled something very near two thousand francs.

"'You incorrigible gamblers,' said Roger chaffingly to them, when he found them at the tables.

"'We are not gambling,' said Christine freezingly; 'we are looking on.'

"'I DON'T think,' said Roger knowingly; 'of course you're a syndicate and aunt is putting the stakes on for all of you. Anyone can tell by your looks when the wrong horse wins that you've got a stake on.'

"Aunt and nephew had supper alone that night, or at least they would have if Bertie hadn't joined them; all the Brimley Bomefields had headaches.

"The aunt carried them all off to Dieppe the next day and set cheerily about the task of winning back some of her losses. Her luck was variable; in fact, she had some fair streaks of good fortune, just enough to keep her thoroughly amused with her new distraction; but on the whole she was a loser. The Brimley Bomefields had a collective attack of nervous prostration on the day when she sold out a quantity of shares in Argentine rails. 'Nothing will ever bring that money back,' they remarked lugubriously to one another.