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Two days after the ball, Captain Falkland called at No. 30 and left my fan with a nice little note, and I must admit that I was sincerely sorry to have missed him.
We were now beginning to make a certain amount of preparation for a move; the regiment had been three years in Secunderabad and was due to go to England by the season's reliefs. Many people were sending round their auction lists, their _dirzees_ were contriving warm clothes suitable for an English winter, horses and traps had been bespoke, and most of the polo ponies were already sold.