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She was poorly and plainly dressed, but poverty and plainness became her, throwing into strong relief the beauty of her rose-tints and finely-moulded figure. She did not start when she saw Percival at the door; she smiled at him frankly, and asked why he had come. "Do you know anything of the Luttrells?" he asked, abruptly. "The Luttrells of Netherglen? They are my third cousins."

I thought these details might be interesting to you," said Vivian, looking round half-questioningly, "because I understand that the Luttrells are related to your young friend or cousin Miss Murray." "Indeed? I never heard her mention the name," said Mrs. Heron.

Early in the spring the government, if it is to be so called, of which Berwick was the ostensible head, was dissolved by the return of Tyrconnel. The Luttrells had, in the name of their countrymen, implored James not to subject so loyal a people to so odious and incapable a viceroy.

"And you have the Luttrell estate?" he said at last. "I have." "I am glad of it," he answered; and then he put his hand over his eyes for a second or two, as if to shut out the light of day. "Yes, I am very glad." "What do you mean, Mr. Stretton?" said Elizabeth, who was watching him intently. "Do you know anything of my family? Do you know anything of the Luttrells?"

About 11 O'Clock received a letter from Mr. Luttrells camp that were five persons killd on the road to the Cantuckie by Indians. The same Day Received a Letter from Dan. Boone, that his Company was fired uppon by Indians, Kill'd Two of his men tho he kept the ground & saved the Baggage &c."

It was his home regiment and the tradition of the family binding from father to son, was that there should always be Luttrells amongst its officers." "And for that reason Harry " Stella interrupted impetuously. "No, there is more compulsion than that in Harry's case," Hillyard took her up. "Much more! The Clayfords ran in the South African War, and ran badly.

"I saw him last at the ruffle at Poictiers some ten years back, when he bore himself like a man. He is the master of the King's horse, and can sing a right jovial stave, though in that he cannot come nigh to Sir John Chandos, who is first at the board or in the saddle. Three martlets on a field azure, that must be one of the Luttrells.

I should like to know that there would be Luttrells of Netherglen for many years to come." She paused a few minutes, but Hugo made no reply. "I have a proposition to make to you," she went on presently. "I don't make it without conditions. You shall hear what they are by-and-bye. I should like to make you my heir. I can leave my money and my house to anyone I choose.

Luttrell's father, don't you?" "Not I." "Gordon Murray this Miss Murray's father was next heir after the two Luttrells, if they died childless. Of course, Brian is still living; but if he died, Miss Murray would inherit, I understand." "There's not much chance," said Percival, lightly. "Not much," responded Vivian. They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

And you are the heiress after them?" "Yes." "But when did you know this first?" said Kitty, anxiously looking up into her tall cousin's face. "Yes, when did you know it first?" repeated Mrs. Heron, with a weak and sighing attempt at solemnity. "I knew that I was the Luttrells' cousin all my life," said Elizabeth. There was a touch of perversity in her answer. "Yes yes.

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