On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. Brown or Jones, I dare say. She was only a few yards from the door, but lacked the courage to rise and fly. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger.
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