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She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. She foraged about in her mind for some satisfying equivalent which would express in English this gurgling drone the Chinese called a language. "Man, man! You're coming to life. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. “They might do you good,” she remarked. I like you very much, I haven’t known you enough to love you, no matter how worthy you are of love. . My son went down after his death.
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