Is it so, Annabel?” “I did not know,” she faltered, “anything about you. Long ago. I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "I wouldn't force him for the world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a taste of the aqua pompaginis.
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