. I know my son's voice too well. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. “Pump, pump, per-um-pump, Pum, Pump, Per-um. Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers. But it was now too late to turn back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured after his conductor.
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