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. “If I do,” he said. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. He had studied alchemy and astronomy, was a capable painter, and even wrote music.
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