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. When they reached her rooms she stepped lightly out upon the pavement. It was just then that she came face to face with Nigel Ennison. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind. "Then you haven't heard?" "Of what?" "Well, well!" cried the manager, delighted at the idea of surprising the doctor. She entered the last room, his bedroom. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree. Quilt, meanwhile, came down, examined the door, and finding it unfastened, locked it with a bitter imprecation on his brother-janizary's carelessness. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. Killed is too kind a word. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity.
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