“And where are YOU going?” he said. This astute personage was somewhat under the middle size, but fairly proportioned, inclining rather to strength than symmetry, and abounding more in muscle than in flesh. "You are free," said he, "that grating forms a ladder, by which you may descend in safety. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. Your life is like a funeral March. ” “And who made the arrangements for you, and sent you there?” Courtlaw asked. " "My courage gave out. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. " Which was literally the truth. " "Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind.
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