My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. “I speak from my heart, and you answer from your brain.
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