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We felt like thieves. " "Who?" almost screamed Mrs. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. To-morrow I'll wire Cook's and the American Express in Hong-Kong to see if there is any mail. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. How perfectly charming.
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