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Parker, Gilbert, 1860-1932

"The Translation of a Savage, Volume 3"

Her face again dropped in her hands, and, as on
that other day, she knelt beside the cot, and, bursting into tears,
said through her sobs: "My baby, my own dear baby! Oh, that we could go
away--away--and never come back again!"
She did not know how intense her sobs were. They waked the child from
its delicate sleep; its blue eyes opened wide and wise all on the
instant, its round soft arm ran up to its mother's neck, and it said:
"Don't c'y! I want to s'eep wif you! I'se so s'eepy!"
She caught the child to her wet face, smiled at it through her tears,
went with it to her own bed, put it away in the deep whiteness, kissed
it, and fondled it away again into the heaven of sleep. When this was
done she felt calmer. How she hungered over it! This--this could not be
denied her. This, at least, was all hers, without clause or reservation,
an absolute love, and an absolute right.
She disrobed and drew in beside the child, and its little dewy cheek
touching her breast seemed to ease the ache in her soul.


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