It does not matter to him either way. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “You’re an idiot and your attitude is repugnant. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. Small wonder she had learned to be self-reliant. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. And now her father said she must not go.
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