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Show She stopped. Her childish, oval face was unusually grave . .. Rot, isn't it?" said Sir Cl~ud~, gazing at his wife with anxiety m his eyes. II THE ex-Queen of Madagascar was very gracious in her villa on the hill above Algiers. The Prince of Annam showed Sir Claude his horses, at which Sir Claude scarcely looked, as he was thoroughly preoccupied by the little bag in which his agreeable host confined his luxuriant crop of black hair. Caroline Barchester and her bear, who was also her husband, had plenty of gos- / ', sip to tell the Wyvernes in the pret- / // ty garden of the Hotel St. Georges' at Mustapha. Yet by March I Lady Wyverne had had enough Algiers. "Let's get on, Crumpet," |
