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ever!" She was particularly positive. "Van on the contrary gives tremendous warnings, makes apologies, in advance, for things that--well, after all, haven't killed one." "That have even perhaps a little, after the warnings, let one down?" She took no notice of this coarse pleasantry, she simply adhered to her thesis. "One has taken one's dose and one isn't such a fool as to be deaf to some fresh true note if it happens to turn up. But for abject horrid unredeemed vileness from beginning to end--" "So you read to the end?" Mr. Mitchett interposed. "I read to see what you could possibly have sent such things to me for, and because so long as they were in my hands they were not in the hands of others. Please to remember in future that the children are all over the place and that Harold and Nanda have their nose in everything." "I promise to remember," Mr. Mitchett returned, "as soon as you make old Van do the same." "I do make old Van--I pull old Van up much oftener than I succeed in pulling you. I must say," Mrs. Brookenham went on, "you're all getting to require among you in general an amount of what one may call editing!" She gave one of her droll universal sighs. "I've got your books at any rate locked up and I wish you'd send for them quickly again; one's too nervous about anything happening and their being perhaps found among one's relics. Charming literary remains!" she laughed. The friendly Mitchy was also much amused. "By Jove, the most awful things ARE found! Have you heard about old Randage and what his executors have just come across? The most abominable--" "I haven't heard," she broke in, "and I don't want to; but you give me a shudder and I beg you'll have your offerings removed, since I can't think of confiding them for the purpose to any one in this house. I might burn them up in the dead of night, but even then I should be fearfully nervous." "I'll send then my usual messenger," said Mitchy, "a person I keep for such jobs, thoroughly seasoned, as you may imagine, and of a discretion--what do you call it?--a toute epreuve. Only you must let me say that I like your terror about Harold! Do you think he spends his time over Dr. Watts's hymns?" Mrs. Brookenham just hesitated, and nothing, in general, was so becoming to her as the act of hesitation. "Dear Mitchy, do you know I want awfully to talk to you about Harold?" "About his French reading, Mrs. Brook?" Mitchy responded with interest
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