On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Sheppard was enabled to take possession of the premises. She had never had a real doll. Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day, blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of the Blessed Virgin. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him. He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit. “Then you—you will?” A long pause. Her fingers opened and the weapon fell from her nerveless grasp. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy.
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