As they crossed the hall a man of dwarfish stature came towards them. He is called, as you know, the apostle of the Indies. "Dear little Miles, dear little Miles--!" My face was close to his, and he let me kiss him, simply taking it with indulgent good humor. Before him lay a new pen, a new bottle of ink and a new emerald exercise.
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