Remember no one knows but yourself, and they won't know either if you behave in a natural sort of way." Then suddenly his voice sank to a growl and he caught the man's hands in his and held the whole quivering body in his control--"Quiet!" he muttered, "Quiet!" Bunning had begun to laugh--quite helplessly, almost noiselessly--only his fat cheeks were quivering and his mouth foolishly, weakly smiling: his eyes seemed to be disconnected from his body and to be protesting against it.

They looked out like a prisoner from behind barred windows.
The body began to shake from head to foot-ripples of noiseless laughter shook his fat limbs, then suddenly he began.

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peal upon peal.