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VIVIAN GREY.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE HALL.
In their passage to the Hall, the Marquess and Mrs. Million met Vivian Grey, booted and spurred, and covered with mud.
"Oh!—Mrs. Million—Mr. Vivian Grey. How's this, my dear fellow? you'll be too late."
"Immense honour!" said Vivian, bowing to the ground to the lady. "Oh! my Lord, I was late, and made a short cut over Feamley Bog. It has proved a very Moscow expedition. However I'm keeping you. I shall be in time for the guava and liqueurs, and you know that's the only refreshment I ever take."
