‘No, you don’t. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. He embraced her like her father once had. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. And now she had sent Jack away. She forced herself not to think of John. I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg. 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.
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