Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Then it came to her with a shock, as an extraordinary oversight, that she could never tell Manning about Ramage—never. She looked up quickly. Take me to the Stone Room.
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