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. "Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. “Reuben, come here. ‘Well then, Melusine,’ he said calmly, ‘it seems as if we must get you your dowry willy-nilly. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. ’ ‘But where then is Gosse?’ demanded Melusine. The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere.
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