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Shouldering their obsolete rifles, and to demand nothing more--neither titles nor pedigree." "Titles, no--assuredly," said Lady Hastings, "and Emily has only been a labour of love. Thus ends our rapid survey of this kind. 'Did I not Machiavel and Thucydides? Then, by-and-by, the Parson preaches and chides and soothes. And Riccabocca reads his Machiavelli, and sighs and smiles.