And she, she in her own person too, was this eternal
Bios, beginning again its recurrent journey to selection and multiplication and
failure or survival. Only first you must find the lantern and light
it again and leave it here, near the door, for me to find. He was a good foster dad that had never so
much as leered at her, not even once. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in
the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had
been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their
clothing in bad need of repair. To be
sure, he was attentive, respectful; but in his conduct there was none of that
shameless camaraderie of a man who loved his woman and didn't care a hang if
all the world knew it. He misstated her
age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that.
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