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Giles's was lined with spectators. But on this matter my mind is quite made up. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "Because it's not like you," was her answer. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. His figure was uncommonly slim even for his age, which could not be more than thirteen; and the looseness of his garb made him appear thinner than he was in reality.
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