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the forehead that unwrinkled to 

 appreciate and love, or from the 

 stump of a tail that wriggled at 

 the other end to testify to the inti- 

 mate and impassioned joy that 

 filled his small being, happy once 

 more to encounter the hand or the 

 glance of the god to whom he 

 surrendered himself? 



Pelleas was born in Paris, and 

 I had taken him to the country. 

 His bonny fat paws, shapeless 

 not yet stiffened, carried 

 slacfcly through the unexplored 

 pathways of his new existence 



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