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He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Michelle was in sight, Lucy could hear her voice, high in the crowd, and saw her blond head bobbing among a sea of faces. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white.
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