On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "Give me your thorough-paced villain. Celestial Uncles! Spurlock chuckled, and a bit of chestnut, going down the wrong way, set him to coughing violently. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. She was not Madame Melusine Valade. Meantime the spinsters sought the dining room where tea was being served.
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