“Forty guineas a week. Heaven forbid. For a moment O'Higgins had hoped that the ink applications would be recent. 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. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. It was Blueskin.
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