The coolies proceeded at a swinging, mincing trot, which gave to the suspended seat a dancing action similar to that of a suddenly agitated hangingspring of a birdcage. Now," he added, as his commands were reluctantly obeyed, "help me on with them. Listen. " But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a little aside, and folded his arms, muttering, "This whim will soon be over. “You come into these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. Come with me, Langley, and bring the lantern. He's on the ragged edge. I was—I was a corespondent.
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