On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ’ He glanced at the captain. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. Gosse would have killed me, and perhaps in the fight I might kill him. You’re going to live under the cat’s foot. But somehow he could not bring any of these affairs to an orderly end. ” He looked at her intently. 1. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked.
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