On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. . “I suppose I fell in love with her, Ann Veronica. If I can’t talk anywhere else—I DO want an understanding. Little by little, she stopped hating him. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered.
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