Quotation from: The Valley of the Moon

Written by: Jack London


Saxon was melted. Tears were in her eyes as she stooped and
gathered the mite of an animal in her arms. Possum was in a
frenzy of agitation, whining, trembling, writhing, twisting,
licking her face, all for forgiveness.


"Heart of gold with a rose in his mouth," Saxon crooned, burying
her face in the soft and quivering bundle of sensibilities.
"Mother is sorry. She'll never bother you again that way. There,
there, little love. See? There's your bone. Take it."

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