He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. He panted for a moment with unuttered replies, and then, with a scornful gesture, got up and left the cell. Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. And, incidentally, check on that unfortunate young fellow Kimble. Still, they bob up occasionally.
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