. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. Jack looked towards the door. She noticed that this trunk was not littered with hotel labels. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment.
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