On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big house, he said. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other. ” The truth prevailed. I shall count it a privilege. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. ’ Her conversation was wonderful, Gerald decided.
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