He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Wood turned over to obtain a more comfortable position. ” “Anna!” “It is true, dear. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ’ Fury rippled again.
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