Instead of passing on, as
Jack expected, these persons stopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he
judged from the sound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place,
dismounted. I step on my neighbour's feet, return and
apologize because my acquired conscience orders me to do so; whereas you
might pass on without caring if your neighbour hopped about on one foot. The natural gaiety of the place seemed
to have affected them both. Michelle laughed, saying
that she could only guess. “Mr. “John, don’t!” she cried. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite
strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. They were
ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann
Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers.
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