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. Taking the wind was her business in life. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. Then, naturally, I went on talking. ’ She smiled on the last words, adding, ‘Oh, I don’t blame you for trying. Sir John gave his order, deliberately stumbling now and then over a word, and anglicizing others. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. It isn’t illusions—for us. . As they kissed goodbye, she hoped that he felt the same reluctance to part. It jars with all my ideas.
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