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the list; all boys, probably, who would marry in course of time and produce others, piling Hoggs on Hoggs, as it were! It is like one of those horrible endless chains that are condemned by the government!”
I gave way to peals of laughter at this impassioned speech, evidently annoying Mrs. Valentine, who expected sympathy. I tried to placate her with reference to the poet of the name which had none but delightful associations in Scotland.
“Then if they choose to defy me and marry each other, let them go and live in Scotland!” she snapped.
“Would you have minded Dolly’s marrying Lord Bacon?” I asked.
This gave her food for thought.
“No,” she said reflectively, “for, of course, he was a lord, which is something.”
“But how about the associations?”
“I can’t explain, but somehow they are not as repulsive to me,” she insisted. “I always think of bacon cooked, not raw, and—the other is alive!”
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