She cried out with the pain of it. He understood. Ennison listened, and he forgot where he was. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. 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. "If I were your father, young gentleman," returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, "I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to.
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