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I'll not speak of Jack or Jonathan. She did not wince. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “I heard they came from somewhere outrageous. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, these two must epitomise it.
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