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I met her at lunch at a friend's house. It is a delightful book, from whatever angle one looks at it. I was presenting the men of my College for their B.A. degree that December day in 1866 when Melgund "made up" as a man with a
very bad cold and so hid his colours and his breeches, but I "nailed" his boots. The man he beat was brother or first cousin of a school fellow of mine; and Hudson who gated Montgomerie for shooting pens was a schoolfellow too.