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Chapter NumberXXXIII
Chapter TitleHAPPINESS.
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Full Date1892-04-23
Page Number1
Word Count362
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleThe Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)
Trove TitleThe Devil's Own. An Australian Story
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Lady Mabel hurried into the room in a most undignified manner, kissing Mrs. Anneylaye on the cheeks. “Oh dear!" she said, I am quite out

of broath, racing up slairs ; ao glad you are at ho we, Vera. Yau hero 1 naughty, naughty, undatifui, sbo said, noddi <g a smiloat Lord Voroker, “I thought f saw you in tho park, it must hwo baon your ghost.” “ No,; I was there. I saw you flirting desperately with old Humphum Sorump hem, or whatever hia name is, tho Prince Gorman, I mean I’d toll Ponsonby, see If'I don’t.” “ Poor Ponsonby, poor Pillsooddy, poor dear ? he is laid up with hia old enemy. I dare not go near him, so I am off for tho day. Hurry up Dolly my child, I am going to lake’ you into tho country, ’twill do you good. Sydenham shall it bol wo can squeeze one of you pets in, which shall it be 1 and they have put in a scratch lunch in case we are benighted, whore are the pots, who shall wo takel” “Mo; lot it bo mo,” said Lord Voroker. I pri thoo fair dame.” “ Young man you’ll dio of modesty, I am euro. Well come along, I waa going to call for Minnie Bellow, but four woman would be too awfully awful. Then there’s room forpqck, don’t bother about his Sunday go-to*meeting clothes, children look so much happier in natural attire—holland pinafores or blouses— there is no time to lose. Fat on your hat, and I’ll hunt up Aunt Dot. I regret so much wo cannot offer you a seat Sir Hubert Armytage,” she-added, making him a sweeping curtesy as a ho passed out of the room." \ “Just tho day for Sydenham,” ho said pleasantly. “I’vo novor boon there,” arid Veto quietly. 1 “Whore is Annfc Dotl” said ?'Lady Mabel. , “ In the Urdor eating broad and honey,” said Lord Voroker, radiant with tho idea of tho trip; '? Sir Hubert rose, to take his leave with loss of tho doleful air about him than lud been imagined. . , ? /(to be continued,)