Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. " Her son complied, and sat down upon the patch-work coverlet beside her. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. ’ The gentleness in his voice nearly overset her. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped.
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