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OJJRSON at eight years of age was tall and strong, with magnificent eyes and a sweet voice ; his bristles were no longer stiff but his hair was soft as silk and those who loved him could embrace him without being scratched, as Passerose had been the day of his birth. Our- son loved his mother tenderly and Passerose almost as well but he was often alone and very sad. He saw too well the horror he inspired and he saw also that he was unlike other children.
One day he was walking along a beautiful road which bordered on the farm. He had walked a long time and over come with heat and fatigue he looked about him for some fresh and quiet spot for repose when he thought he saw a little object, fair and rosy, a few steps from him. Drawing near with precaution he saw a little girl asleep. She seemed to be about three years old and she was beautiful as the Loves