“And I’m not happy. But it was of no avail. But then the features changed. You know what's what. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. 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. They got on wonderfully well together. The place pulsed with music too loud to converse above. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber.
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