On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. . "Well, he won't do that here. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. " "Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed.
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