(Not from Captain Hastings's Personal Narrative)
Mr.Alexander Bonaparte Cust rose from his seat and peered near-sightedly
round the shabby bedroom.His back was stiff from sitthing in a cramped
position and as he stretched himself to his full height an onlooker would
have realized that he was，in reality，quite a tall man.His stoop and his
near-sighted peering gave a delusive impression.
Going to a well-worn overcoat hanging on the back of the door，he took
from the pocket a packet of cheap cigarettes and some matches.He lit a
cigarette and then returned to the table at which he had been sitting.He
picked up a railway guide and consulted it，then he returned to the
consideration of a typewritten list of names.With a pen，he made a tick
against one of the first names on the list.
It was Tursday，June 20th.
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