He recoiled from the sting. Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order.
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