She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the sense of being held helplessly off her feet. Don't be afraid—I won't hurt you. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing.
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