” She pulled her dress back over her breasts, glad for the elastic that she had sewn in. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. She leaned back in the cab with half-closed eyes. But this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her.
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