On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. When he left these premises, three years ago, I took them from him; or rather—to deal frankly with you,—he placed me in them rent-free, for, I'm not ashamed to confess it, I've had losses, and heavy ones; and, if it hadn't been for him, I don't know where I should have been. . Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun.
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