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She put her head out of the window. Wood, sharply. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. "His lordship desires me to say—ough! ough!" Fresh groans and hisses. 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.

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