“Turn me. 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. But he had been forewarned by his great-nephew. ‘Not here. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as the painting was turned towards him. He stopped abruptly. ’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol.
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