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On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. ” “I know—” said Ramage, with sympathy. She fled. Ah Cum turned to his own affairs, blissfully ignorant that this tub was, within forty-eight hours, to cost him fifty gold. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth.

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