Harcourt was standing on a chair with oratorical possibilities in his face and attitude. There was another forward movement in the crowd and silence. In that solid, black-broadclothed, respectable figure, that massive watchchain, that white waistcoat, that diamond pin glistening in the satin cravat, Euphemia might have seen the realization of her prophetic vision at Sidon five years before.
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