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She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. “Like what, Lucy?” She saw the panic threaten to overtake him. 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. ‘I suppose I need not ask to which other soldier you refer.
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