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           Youhavegotyourmotherandsisters.”“Mymotherandsisters—”begantheyoungnoblemanwithacertainenergy.Buthestoppedintime,puffingathiscigar.“Yourmotherspoketomeaboutit,withtearsinhereyes,”saidPercyBeaumont.“Shesaidshefeltverynervous.Ipromisedtokeepyououtofmischief.”“Youhadbettertakecareofyourself,”saidtheobjectofmaternalandducalsolicitude.“Ah,”rejoinedtheyoungbarrister,“Ihaven’ttheexpectationofahundredthousandayear,nottomentionotherattractions.”“Well,”saidLordLambeth,“don’tcryoutbeforeyou’rehurt!”ItwascertainlyverymuchcooleratNewport,whereourtravelersfoundthemselvesassignedtoacoupleofdiminutivebedroomsinafarawayangleofanimmensehotel.Theyhadgoneashoreintheearlysummertwilightandhadverypromptlyputthemselvestobed;thankstowhichcircumstanceandtotheirhaving,duringtheprevioushours,intheircommodiouscabin,sleptthesleepofyouthandhealth,theybegantofeel,towardeleveno’clock,veryalertandinquisitive.Theylookedoutoftheirwindowsacrossarowofsmallgreenfields,borderedwithlowstonewallsofrudeconstruction,andsawadeepblueoceanlyingbeneathadeepbluesky,andfleckednowandthenwithscintillatingpatchesoffoam.Astrong,freshbreezecameinthroughthecurtainlesscasementsandpromptedouryoungmentoobserve,generally,thatitdidn’tseemhalfabadclimate.