The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. I was just like a sort of dummy that does things as it is told—that is to say, as the strings are pulled. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient.
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