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She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ’ ‘Was. ” “Your sister,” he answered, “did me the honour of dining with me last night. Now that I recall, it probably wasn’t the best source for engineering plans. I consider even now that the present colour is far less becoming.
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