THE AUTHOR OF "TRIXIE"
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at least a thousand. But that will be all right. You shall settle an annual seven hundred on her."
"Believe me, my dear boy," said the Archdeacon impressively, "I shall do no such thing."
"Then, believe me, my dear Archdeacon," said Dunkle quite pleasantly, "I shall not lend you my name for your novel."
Silence fell upon the dining-room.
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Here—since she is my heroine—it may not come amiss if I provide you with a trifle of information concerning this girl Chloë.
Fifth of the Archdeacon's bouquet of daughters, she was just turned seventeen years old. In an elfin way, with her pointed chin, long nose and big, green eyes,
