"Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she continued, opening the door before he could reach her side. ” “He certainly did not follow you out,” Brendon answered. “Yes,” she said, very faintly. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. He had brought the shrubs down from Syria, and, strangely enough, they had prospered. 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. I am dreadfully sad.
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