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"Stop!" cried Mrs. Honeychurch, touching the coachman with her parasol.
In great glee Ming-lin arose and backed himself away from the golden throne, for it would have been very improper for him to turn his coat-tails on the Son of Heaven.
One single instant was enough for the trial of a man's soul.
With which inconsequent remark he strode on into the house, followed by Gregson, whose features expressed his astonishment.
