The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. "Sir Cecil is no more. ’ ‘Then what?’ demanded Lucilla in a hushed tone. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. ” Annabel shook her head. They are rather a long way off, but you could write to them.
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