I worshipped women long before I found any woman I might ever hope to worship. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die brokenhearted. You’re a lady. Girls erupted in waves of whispering as soon as she passed them by. But was that enough? Dim, formless suspicions of something more vital wandered about his mind.
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