Like a petulant child he snapped. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. “What
have I been all this time?” she asked herself, and answered, “Just stark egotism,
crude assertion of Ann Veronica, without a modest rag of religion or discipline
or respect for authority to cover me!”
It seemed to her as though she had at last found the touchstone of conduct. Chapter XXIX
MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME
The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. She
answered him almost coldly. Queer world. 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. English Library
VOL. Instead, they appeared to be at the hygienic level of
tramps’ lodging-houses. Speak lower. Try your luck with Jarvis Remenham—if you will. Some of them are now buried at the bottom of the Thames.
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