At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. There was no one to be seen. Wood will be here presently. ’ ‘That old fool? Why my brother kept him on I shall never know.
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