On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. It is not well that a daughter should talk to her father as Ruth talked to hers that day. It was about twelve feet high, nine wide, and fourteen long; and was approached by double doors each six inches thick. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing.
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