CHAPTER XII. " He offered cigars, and Ruth got up. " "A terrible dream, indeed," said Jonathan thoughtfully. 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. "Mine died while I was over here. ” He looked at her very gravely.
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