The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. Last night there had been no time. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. . ” He held out his hand obediently.
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