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His one eye at times was beady black with intelligence, and the next minute it would waver and become plaintive and unreasoning like the eye of a frightened little child. His manner of life was like his eye.
At times he would behave after a cunningly-thought-out schedule, and the next minute he would be doing something that was purely instinctive.
As he sat in the mouth of his cave blinking, and scratching his stomach with a blunt flint, he was revolving a
