"You speak English better than I do," said O'Higgins, as the coolies jogged across the bridge toward the gate. Accepting his glass from the butler, Gerald glanced at Mrs Sindlesham and saw a dimple peep out. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. In the midst of this light stood a young woman. Perhaps the Parisian atmosphere had affected him. The militia were in already.
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