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BOOK EIGHTH: TISHY GRENDON The discussion kept them for the instant well face to face. "Then did you read it?"

She debated, then jerked the book into the nearest empty chair, where Mr. Cashmore quickly pounced upon it. "Wasn't it for that you brought it me?" she demanded. Yet before he could answer she again challenged her child. "Have you read this work, Nanda?"

"Yes, mamma."

"Oh, I say!" cried Mr. Cashmore, hilarious and turning the leaves.

Mr. Longdon had by this time ceremoniously approached Tishy. "Good-night."