Fast asleep, he is. They were both dressed in every respect alike. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. 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. “A most wonderful likeness, too. “Limp,” he answered. She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt.
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