The Roof and the Window V. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. ’ ‘We had other matters on hand this morning,’ Roding told him sharply. You are welcome to proclaim yourself ‘Alcide’ if you will. I admit it. But his lips were honourlocked. Come, make yourself scarce. I don’t see how they can be.
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