That person advanced towards him. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. Strangers look in and long, and neighbours are moved to envy.
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