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” He stated. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. You said that it would bring trouble. I had gone further than I meant to—with some Englishmen. “Diedermayer’s a kiss-ass. I keep it for my own drinking," he added in a lower tone. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. Hastily acquainting him with the treasures he had unexpectedly obtained, Thames returned to the room to apprize Winifred of his good fortune. “Thank you both for treating me for all the world like I was your child. Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. I’m going to that stupid party at the Vorsack’s to get to the bottom of it. “Hand me the Jergens lotion, will you? How’d it go with John?” She asked.
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