‘You will release me at once, imbecile. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. I didn’t betray you, I swear I didn’t. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. “You poor little girl!” he cried. She turned quickly. Hastening along the passage he came to the sixth door.
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