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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. That glove is still preserved. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. . That is what they call these aristocratic refugees, the English. " And he proceeded to handcuff his captive.
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