" "Get hence," continued Mrs. “Yes, John. “Come,” she said. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. . The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. " "I cannot repent,—I cannot pray," replied Jack, recovering his hardened demeanour. “When you loosen the tangle in one place you tie a knot in another.
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