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'I'm very glad indeed that you have mentioned 

 this to me,' said Reginald, ' and I sincerely hope 

 that yon will allow them to make a match of it.' 



' 'Ere, Phoebe,' shouted Turner ; ' koom 

 'ere ! ' Pha^be emerged from the house, blush- 

 ing crimson. ' Yeu can wed that chap if you've 

 a moind ; squoire say as it's aw roight.' Phoebe 

 dropped a low curtsey and disappeared again 

 into the house. ' Yeu'll hexcuse ma, bur oi dew 

 'ope as yer wunna let the big weddin' hinterfere 

 wi' the shootin' ! ' 



'No,' said, Reginald, laughing heartily; 

 ' you may make yourself quite easy on that 

 score. The wedding will be the first week in 

 August, and we shall come back here the first 

 week in September, so as to go to Doncaster 

 for the Leger from here.' 



On his way back from the paddocks with 

 Purlby in the evening, Reginald met the 

 newly engaged couple, and congratulated them. 



' We owe it all to you, sir,' said Wadding. 

 Phoebe said nothing, but like the Irishman's 

 parrot, she probably thought a deuce of a lot. 



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