He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. Immediately beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors under sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them, and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity generally attracted on those occasions. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think.
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