Spending a night in a Paris hotel on her way to her old home for the Christmas festivities, Mrs. Brown made a mustard plaster in the salon to cure her husband's sore throat. Mistaking the room number, she placed the poultice on the throat of a stranger who, as the story develops, was her sister's fiance, also on his way to spend Christmas at Thompson Hall.
I do not think it probable that my name will remain among those who in the next century will be known as the writers of English prose fiction.
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A GUIDE TO TROLLOPE.
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