. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. I’ll show it to you later. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. So long as she stood beside him, the Hand would not prevail. He might call her wife, but she refused to give him his wedding night.
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