[…] but at Broadstairs and other places along the coast, a pace of donkeys stood on the sea-shore expectant (at least, their owners were expectant) of children clamouring to ride.
March slowly on in solemn dump […]
He walked somewhat mincingly, thin, in soiled whites, his brief-case under his arm.
He lived from all attainder of suspects.
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