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Major Byng, a wiry, dried-up little officer, with remarkably thin legs and sporting proclivities, was reclining in a long chair, in the verandah of the Napier Hotel, Poonah, smoking his after-breakfast "Trichy," and running his eye over the "Asian" pocket-book.
"Hullo, Byng, old man! " cried a loud cheerful voice, and looking up, his amaze was depicted in the countenance he turned upon Clarence Waring.