There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. ‘En tout cas, I have waiting for me a cavalier. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. She was wholly unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence. “Cheveney!” she repeated.
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