On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. I shan't drive a hard bargain. To reach it would be a most difficult undertaking. That, I think, is manifest. It is very bad. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily.
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