On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Auntie has taken the nails out of my palms, but the scars will always be there. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever.
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