On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. Her evident terror and distress reinforced the tale he told. Her skin prickled. Ah Cum presented his black-bordered card to such individuals as seemed likely to require his services. More importantly, she had her wits.
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