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His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Having heard from Thames that you were better, and that your sole anxiety was about me, I came to give you the first intelligence of my escape. "Give me till to-morrow," implored she, "and if I can bring myself to part with him, you shall have him without another word.
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