His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. His eyes were red. “I had no idea that it was so abominably late. I wonder whether you would mind, Lady Ferringhall,” he went on, with a sudden glance at her, “if I tell you that you yourself remind me a great deal more of what she was like then, except of course that your complexion and colouring are altogether different.
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