On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ‘And I don’t mind telling you it goes agin’ the grain with me to let you go free and all, missie. She threw him his car keys. The completest capitulation would not wipe out that trouble. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see me again. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks. She would take this one back with her. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors.
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