‘I doubt very much whether they are yours at all. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. But the world didn’t do that. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ’ ‘Are we to infer that he had a choice?’ enquired Gerald. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally.
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