She then dried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt down beside him. That would be him. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror.
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