“Permit me to offer you the English paper which has just arrived, Sir John,” he said, holding out a Daily Telegraph. I am having them to my own soirée on Monday. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. Then came the javelin-men, walking four abreast, and lastly, a long line of constables, marching in the same order. “For luck.
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