Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. At any rate, he began to deliberately personate him.
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