It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. "Bring the light, Nab. A hansom stopped a little way off. Another picture slid across her vision. "Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. Anna tore it open and passed it to Courtlaw. That for you!" And she snapped her fingers in his face.
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