On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. She could not make up her mind which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. As I hope for mercy, I speak the truth!— let him deny it if he can.
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