“It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. At every step he seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Lucy could feel blood welling underneath a bump half swelling and already half-healing on her scalp.
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