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. “Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion,” he said sharply. I've already told you I'm about to take a long journey, and it's more than probable I shall never return. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. Lost me place, that’s all.
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