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The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to burst open the door. ” “I don’t understand. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. ’ ‘About me?’ The lady’s lashes fluttered and her fan came up. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. Along the inner side was a wonderfully arranged series of displayed specimens that Russell himself had prepared. They were ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers. "Far from, it, Sir. " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend.
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