On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly. Her features were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of insanity. There must be something, one feels, in ideas that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. I don't know whose brainless head it may be, but it'll do for my collection. Brute! Fool! To have come to her on such an errand.
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