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“ dear Richard, are you really to go to Ireland?” asked my mother, with some concern, as I flung down the letter I had just received from Colonel Fulham.

“Yes, and my destination is” I hesitated to finish the sentence.

“Is what? Some frightfully savage spot, I suppose.”

“One of the Irish cities, formerly a royal seat.”