A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. “Indeed,” she said, “it was very fortunate that I should have met you this afternoon. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. 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. A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked.
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