On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. You did not find him, but did you find his pistol? In the room beyond the bookroom there—a big room where a table had fallen. The storm burst upon them in its fury. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice.
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