He was painfully in earnest, too. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. “Pump, pump, per-um-pump, Pum, Pump, Per-um. And here you are!” Her aunt opened all the fingers of her gloved hand in a rhetorical gesture. They entered a hansom and turned on to the Embankment. The Oriental waterfronts were rank with the stuff. Nobody can trust you.
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