“I—I didn’t love the man I was engaged to,” she said. “Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. 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. If I’d known, there would have been a different story. I don’t want to bother you, of course.
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