“You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. “I——” The door opened, and the doctor entered softly. The owner of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard. . He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. She is English, and apparently in some distress. But to England we will go. She got a bun and some cocoa in the little refreshment-room, and then wandered through the galleries up-stairs, crowded with Polynesian idols and Polynesian dancinggarments, and all the simple immodest accessories to life in Polynesia, to a seat among the mummies. But I shan’t try to stop you.
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