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CHAPTER VI. KANGAROO-2
“ Very glad to see you,” he said, in a voice half Australian, half official. The luncheon was almost impressive: a round table with a huge bunch of violets in a queer old copper bowl, Queen Anne silver, a tablecloth with heavy point edging, Venetian wine-glases, red and white wine in Venetian wine-jugs, a c******n waiting at table, offering first a silver dish of hors d’œuvres and a handsome crayfish with mayonnaise. “ Why,” said Somers, equivocally, “I might be anywhere.” Kangaroo looked at him sharply. Somers noticed that when he sat down, his thighs in his dark grey, striped trousers were very thick, making his shoulders seem almost slender; but though his stomach was stout, it was firm. “ Then I hope you feel at home,” said Kangaroo. “Because I am sure you are at home anywher
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