On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. There was something in Jonathan's manner, as he issued this command, that struck the man as singular, and he afterwards recalled it. “I have not quarrelled with her. The worst was over now. " "We shall see," rejoined Jonathan, turning carelessly upon his heel. “I’ll go. ” He called for a hansom. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced.
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