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“You remind me of a little blue stone I had once. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. Jack's nose was broad and flat; Darrell's straight and fine as that of Antinous. Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently.
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