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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. 62
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A FIRST DATE WITH JOHN DIEDERMAYER
The weekend began for her with that luxury of all
luxuries, sleep. “If you really are going
to wait, make yourself as comfortable as you can. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the blood seemed to
be coming from. Clotilde flew into a rage,
crying,
“How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their
mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. It's a
thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I
will drive you hence with my curses. "My name is Kneebone," added
the portly personage, stepping forward.
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