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. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty.
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