"My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. Wood had prevented him from paying much attention to the previous scene. "Come, let's be off. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ‘That is why I have come to England, you understand. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. “You would be wise to loosen your purse-strings, Gianfrancesco. If you choose, you can see him put on board the Zeeslang yourself, Sir Rowland. ’ She was too distressed to bear this.
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