On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “I gave your name. Wood, who were, furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. 'He's a good fellow, and 'twill all end well'. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air.
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