" "A word," cried the boy, as the janizary was preparing to obey his master's orders. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade. " "Well, well—wait awhile," returned Quilt; "his lordship won't forget you. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. She was mentally transported for an instant to the old castle in Herculis.
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