On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. The place to which you went was not the English Embassy, and the whole performance was a fraud. " "Never mind," returned the stranger, dismounting; "you'll recollect me by and by, I've no doubt. Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel that you have been driven into a false position. It was empty.
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