I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. After that consolations fled.
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