” He said to her, quite unsure of whether or not he was dreaming. “Bless you, sweetheart. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight. At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. Figg?" asked Gay. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest.
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