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"I AM tired," said Sara, dropping on to the lopsided footstool.
The two ladies huddled together under an inadequate parasol.
"Thank God," said Mr. Lorry, clasping his hands, "that no one near and dear to me is in this dreadful town to-night.
While he smoked the brim of his tall hat and the bowl of his pipe were just visible beyond the jambs of the outhouse door.
