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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. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. ” “Really,” she said, with a hard little laugh, “you must regard me as a very goodnatured person. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent.
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