"What's that to you?" retorted Jack, surlily. Everybody talking of you. ’ ‘Then who is this Englishman?’ demanded Gerald on a sceptical note. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet. The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. You see—I didn’t understand. ‘General, we do not know. There were no mourners.
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