Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. We leave England to-night.
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