” “Really,” she said, with a hard little laugh, “you must regard me as a very goodnatured person. ” Her answer was terse. Distress, deep-rooted, and age old. So, very carefully, he raised her in his arms and carried her to her bed. He had not remembered her as looking so small. ‘Never. Brutes! They are the brute still with us! Science some day may teach us a way to do without them. Everyone has gone away again, so that I can do so all alone. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable.
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