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He slept through the hot hours of the afternoon. In the cool of the evening, as he strolled along the river bank, he read the few lines Lettice had written to him at Assouan. For the porter had handed him half-a-dozen letters as he left the hotel. Tony's he put for the moment aside; the one from Lettice was all he cared about, quite forgetting he had promised to tear it up unread. It was short but tender -- anxious about his comfort and well-being in a strange hotel 'when I am not there to take care of you. It ended on a complaint that she was 'tired rather and spending my time at full length on a deck-chair in the garden.' She promised to write 'at greater length to-morrow.'
'Instead of which,' thought Tom with a boy's delight, 'I surprised her and we talked face to face. But for the Arab touts who ran beside him, offering glass beads made in Birmingham, he could have kissed the letter there and then.