On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Spurlock grew cold. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. "Oh, Gemini!" she exclaimed. Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he drew it forth. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. "Would you expose yourself to fresh risk? If it hadn't been for her you wouldn't have been placed in your late jeopardy.
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