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On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. It was my destiny to have her. "Release her instantly, villain!" Both Winifred and her suitor started at this sudden apparition. " "But, Lord, man!—don't you ever get lonesome?" "Don't you?" "I'm too busy. He slid out of her.
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