The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. "Far from, it, Sir. 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. ‘Espéce de diable,’ she screamed. I’m rather scornful. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock.
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