On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “Maybe someday I can look them up again, just to see how they are doing. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. He could not tell whether she was English or American. “It’s okay. ” “Perhaps not in a general way,” he answered calmly.
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