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of a magnificent piece like this!" said Sir Charles, scornfully.

"Well, that's what it is," she said, stubbornly.

Lord Scredington nodded. "I know what you mean," he said. "You mean it's a charming and delightful piece, but not what you call filling."

Miss Timmins nodded.

"Filling!" cried Sir Charles, and snorted a terrific contempt. "Look at the work in it! Look at that mane and tail and those eyelashes! Wonderful! What did you give for it?"

"Twenty-five pounds."

"Twenty-five pounds!" Sir Charles almost howled.