I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking in a nature in which there lurked no civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to […]

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