On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Her thoughts were busy with the possibilities of this break in her journey. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. These were presently joined by a regiment of foot. ’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured.
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