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Sheppard, who seemed to be crouching upon the floor. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Her father held some printed document in his hand, and appeared not to observe her entry. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. 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. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. “I have not the least idea who he is. Lucy gestured to Michelle to follow her downstairs.
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