“All right?” asked the man with the light eyelashes, suddenly appearing in the doorway. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. It was approached from the street by a flight of broad stone steps, leading to a ponderous door, plated with iron, and secured on the inner side by huge bolts, and a lock, with wards of a prodigious size.
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