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On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Nor was this impression removed as he stole a glance at Mrs. What has been the matter?” “Toothache,” he answered laconically. To this day he and every one else thinks that he married Anna. There is no future for me here.
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