He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. Ah! she looks this way, and puts her finger to her lips. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. " "'Tis he, by Heaven!" cried Jonathan; "this is lucky. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. "Buck up! While there's life there's hope. Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells. For a moment none of them stirred; then slowly Enschede turned away. Oh! I'm in such a fluster!" Upon which, she snatched up her fan, cast a look into the glass, smoothed down her scarf, threw a soft expression into her features, and led the way into the next room, whither she was followed by her daughter and Thames Darrell. The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design of interleaving carried throughout.
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