On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. “Very likely. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. Voilà tout.
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