On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "Leave go!" cried Jack, struggling violently, and raising his hand, "or I'll maul you for life. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. My, um, my curfew.
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