Not afraid of me, either. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. You mustn’t do things like that. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him.
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