Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. We're all safe!" "Don't lose a moment then," cried Jack, forcing himself into the aperture, while the Amazon, assisted by Bess, pulled him through it. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. " "Ah! indeed! what's he doing here?" inquired Jack.
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