“Look here,” he cried out of a silence, with a sudden flash of understanding, “did you mean to throw me over when you came out with me this afternoon?” Ann Veronica hesitated, and with a startled mind realized the truth. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. In his way he was critical.
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