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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. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. We married, and for a time we were happy. “Mr. What is your father's business?" The question was an impertinence, but Ruth was not aware of that. "More than you'll pay for it, friend," snuffled the Jew.
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