On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Being in a great hurry, he took little heed where he set his feet; and a board giving way, he must have fallen, if he had not grasped a large plank laid upon the transverse beam immediately over his head. . ’ ‘Precisely,’ Gerald repeated. Beck, it smells wonderful in here. . “Shit happens, John. Scarcely any one noticed the full measure of her consternation. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him.
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