’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. Wasn't the river beautiful under the moonlight?" "We did not leave our cabins. He jumped back, wrenching the sword away. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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