On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One wants to be CLEAN. "If you mean to accompany us, you may need it. “I think I ought to have one. "You mustn't talk any more; the excitement isn't good for you. “I’m very shy, and I would like to opt out if you don’t mind. ‘Don’t put me at the necessity of marrying the abominable little wretch. "How, Sir?" "Except by adoption. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow.
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