The coolies proceeded at a swinging, mincing trot, which gave to the suspended seat a dancing action similar to that of a suddenly agitated hanging-spring of a birdcage.

It was impossible to meet the motion bodily.
Her shoulders began to ache.

Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops.

Jiggle-joggle, jiggle-joggle...! For each pause she was grateful.

Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object.