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. Capes sat watching and admiring her, and then he fell praising the day and fortune and their love for each other. "I've won, after all. " "The Black Lion!" echoed Terence. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love.
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