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"There is a very strong likeness between us," the other admitted

Dominey leaned his head upon his hand and studied his host The likeness was clear enough, although the advantage was all in favour of the man who stood by the side of the camp bedstead with folded arms Everard Dominey, for the first twenty-six years of his life, had lived as an ordinary young Englishman of his position,--Eton, Oxford, a few years in the Ar which he had succeeded ina still more hopeless edy, and then a blank Afterwards ten years--at first in the cities, then in the dark places of Africa--years of which no o had been, without a doubt, good-looking The finely shaped features reure its elasticity, his mouth its firmness He had the look of a man run prematurely to seed, wasted by fevers and dissipation Not so his present companion His features were as finely shaped, cast in an even stronger though siht and full of fire, his ure lithe and supple He had the air of being in perfect health, in perfect nity and soravity of his expression

"Yes," the Englishh I suppose I should look more like you than I do if I'd taken care of one the other way; tried to chuck rasses were thrust on one side, and the doctor entered,--a little round old hair and thick spectacles His countryman pointed towards the bed

"Will you examine our patient, Herr Doctor, and prescribe for him what is necessary? He has asked for drink Let hih, he will join our evening meal I present my excuses I have a despatch to write"

The ure with a shade of envy in his eyes

"What is my preserver's nah the questions were irreverent

"It is His Excellency the Major-General Baron Leopold Von Ragastein"