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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902
Year: 1902 (1900s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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r dish of sweets in bothhands, held it up to me. Busy yourselfwith these, and let me rack my brains fora quotation from A Monstrous Mood. I did not remark her words signifi-cance. The pure lines of her face as sheraised it, her charming figure, charmedme to the uttermost. You will allow me to write the quo-tation, perhaps, Miss Meggy? Mr. Pren-dergast is very modest. The English girls, with cups of tea andsandwiches, forgot the man of distinctionin the beautiful American woman — allsave Miss Meggy, who ventured, Butthe authors choice—dont you know—isalways so indicative! Mrs. Hawkins, taking a gold pencilfrom the charms at her belt, wrote rapid-ly for a few moments. I claim a right to approve. I putout an eager hand. Mrs. Hawkins shutthe book. On the contrary, you are not to seeat all! In which case I will not sign myname. Oh, begged the mystified autograph-hunter, then I shall not even have theautograph! - Seaton House since the reign ofThreadminster had never seen so brilliant
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MISS MEGGY PRODUCED A BROWN LEATHER BOOK FROM UNDER HER GOLF-CAPE 660 HARPERS MONTHLY MAGAZINE. a tea party as this. (Heaven knows I sayit in all humility!) It was thanks towhom they thought I was that the Earlof Badminsters and the Wriothley-Wriothleys carriages stopped ^he way.Maurice Prendergasts fame had beenrunning like fire through dry grass fortwo years in Roxshire. After cringingdisclaimers to his personality and worksfrom Earl to Curate, I was slinking away,when I overheard Mrs. Meltons cold,even voice to Lady Badminster: I hard-ly believed my senses, you know, whenI heard that Prendergast was at BeatonHouse, but I told the Bishop we mustreally risk going this once. I had nearlyasked him for dinner—fancy! Then Herbert, radiant and naive, camein sight, nodded to me. and joined thedefaming group, of which Lady Badmin-ster and Mrs. Melton were the esprit. This false position should end for meto-night. I would take Herbert asideand tell him the truth, and then go; orI might go

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