"You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me. ‘Brung the lantern, I did, and opened the door again in case you was ready.
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