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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. There is something sensual in the thought of lotus flowers. She struggled not to be afraid. But, alas! she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs.
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