There was Major Price—you must recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at that very gate. They don’t know who did it, actually. Once the ship faltered, and the tip of this jade wall broke into a million gems and splashed him liberally. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud.
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