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I know. You would suffer the torments of the damned for what you had done. It got on my nerves—the women I saw. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. After the usual laconic greetings, he drew him on one side. E below. Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. He kept that, but the rest. However, I've not told you all; for old Van did say something about the child saving his new-found friend's life at the time of meeting; but how that's to happen, I'm sure I can't guess.
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