” Sydney Courtlaw followed his timid knock. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. If you will think only of one trifling aspect—the inconvenience it must be to us to explain your absence—I think you may begin to realize what it all means for us. ” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. They got to go home and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. ‘Still, the comtesse has them well in hand. The loneliness of the place somewhat depressed her. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. “I wish they did,” he said, “but they don’t.
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