“Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. Holding the lamp over her rigid but beautiful features, Jonathan, with some anxiety, placed his hand upon her breast to ascertain whether the heart still beat. It was a bright and beautiful day: so bright, so beautiful, that even her sad heart was cheered by it. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. The biological laboratory, perpetually viewing life as pairing and breeding and selection, and again pairing and breeding, seemed only a translated generalization of that assertion.
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