On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. That is where I first knew him. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. Wood. " She pursed her lips and uttered a whistle, piercingly shrill and high; and instantly she became the object of intense astonishment on the part of the other diners.
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