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       Saki, H. H. Munro

      The Chronicles of Clovis - Complete Edition

      The Match-Maker, Esmé, Tobermory, Sredni Vashtar, Wratislav, The Easter Egg, The Music on the Hill and more…

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      Table of Contents

       Esmé

       The Match-Maker

       Tobermory

       Mrs. Packletide’s Tiger

       The Stampeding of Lady Bastable

       The Background

       Hermann the Irascible — A Story of the Great Weep

       The Unrest-Cure

       The Jesting of Arlington Stringham

       Sredni Vashtar

       Adrian

       The Chaplet

       The Quest

       Wratislav

       The Easter Egg

       Filboid Studge, the Story of a Mouse that Helped

       The Music on the Hill

       The Story of St. Vespaluus

       The Way to the Dairy

       The Peace Offering

       The Peace of Mowsle Barton

       The Talking-Out of Tarrington

       The Hounds of Fate

       The Recessional

       A Matter of Sentiment

       The Secret Sin of Septimus Brope

       “Ministers of Grace”

       The Remoulding of Groby Lington

       Clovis on Parental Responsibilities

       Clovis On The Alleged Romance Of Business

      TO THE LYNX KITTEN,

      WITH HIS RELUCTANTLY GIVEN CONSENT,

      THIS BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY

      DEDICATED

      H. H. M.

      August, 1911

      Esmé

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      “All hunting stories are the same,” said Clovis; “just as all Turf stories are the same, and all —”

      “My hunting story isn’t a bit like any you’ve ever heard,” said the Baroness. “It happened quite a while ago, when I was about twenty-three. I wasn’t living apart from my husband then; you see, neither of us could afford to make the other a separate allowance. In spite of everything that proverbs may say, poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up. But we always hunted with different packs. All this has nothing to do with the story.”

      “We haven’t arrived at the meet yet. I suppose there was a meet,” said Clovis.

      “Of course there was a meet,” said the Baroness; all the usual crowd were there, especially Constance Broddle. Constance is one of those strapping florid girls that go so well with autumn scenery or Christmas decorations in church. ‘I feel a presentiment that something dreadful is going to happen,’ she said to me; ‘am I looking pale?’

      “She was looking about as pale as a beetroot that has suddenly heard bad news.

      “‘You’re looking nicer than usual,’ I said, ‘but that’s so easy for you.’ Before she had got the right bearings of this remark we had settled down to business; hounds had found a fox lying out in some gorse-bushes.”

      “I knew it,” said Clovis, “in every fox-hunting story that I’ve ever heard there’s been a fox and some gorse-bushes.”

      “Constance and I were well mounted,” continued the Baroness serenely, “and we had no difficulty in keeping ourselves in the first flight, though it was a fairly stiff run. Towards the finish, however, we must have held rather too independent a line, for we lost the hounds, and found ourselves plodding aimlessly along miles away from anywhere. It was fairly exasperating, and my temper was beginning to let itself go by inches, when on pushing our way through an accommodating hedge we were gladdened by the sight of hounds in full cry in a hollow just beneath us.

      “‘There they go,’ cried Constance, and then added in a gasp, ‘In Heaven’s name, what are they hunting?’

      “It was certainly no mortal fox. It stood more than twice as high, had a short, ugly head, and an enormous thick neck.

      “‘It’s a hyaena,’ I cried; ‘it must have escaped from Lord Pabham’s Park.’

      “At that moment the hunted beast turned and faced its pursuers, and the hounds (there were only about