’ Madame gave one of those breathy laughs. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. He seemed to have shrunken in his seat. 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. Ennison. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent.
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