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Going into the garden, Rory threw himself down on the grass under a Moreton Bay fig, and lit a cigar. His sister was lying in a hammock swung under the spreading branches, a book in her hands.
"Stella," he said, between puffs, "I've just got myself into an awful row with Lydia. I'm the unluckiest beggar on earth."