" "But I never told you how the natives fished. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct. 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. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. " And, with a few magical touches, he stamped the fleeting expression on the canvass. He was not able to recognize, as the doctor did, that she was only a natural woman. I don't know anything about you.
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