"The devil!" ejaculated Jonathan. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. Being in a great hurry, he took little heed where he set his feet; and a board giving way, he must have fallen, if he had not grasped a large plank laid upon the transverse beam immediately over his head. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine.
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