On
a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of
young Buddha. ”
“You didn’t tell them our position?”
“I implied we had married. I must see if I have a gown fit
to wear. “Would you wait for me?”
Manning was silent for a space. "Because it's not like you," was her answer. A certain irritation crept into his manner as he did
so. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less
than a day now, less than twenty hours. She was surprised and stared at him when he
did not immediately leave the bed as Gianfrancesco
always did, but instead rested on his elbows. This was an imitation of the noises
made by the carnivora at the Zoological Gardens at feeding-time; the idea was
taken up by prisoner after prisoner until the whole place was alive with barkings,
yappings, roarings, pelican chatterings, and feline yowlings, interspersed with
shrieks of hysterical laughter. "
"Well, it's mighty fine of you to break your journey in this fashion—for someone
you don't know, a passer-by.
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