By the intense look of him, she guessed that she had just encountered for the first time the boy genius Martin Chen. Gregory B. “Perhaps that is only sleeping,” he said. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. He handed Ruth a letter. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. Anna leaned back with half closed eyes.
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