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Potts. It was the idiotic, loose amiability on Adelaide's face; it had become all unstitched, unupholstered.
Dr. Charles was tidying up. After sending Miss Potts to call for a nurse and hearing that none could be along for an hour or more, he said ritually, turning to the patient, "The little chap is doing fine and you're all right, my girl."
Adelaide, who had never seen the doctor before, nodded, smiled sheepishly, and goggled.
" Miss Potts," he said, "give her the boy."
She picked up the object wrapped in a piece of wool, looking, she thought, rather like a large bandaged thumb, and which, a few moments before, she had been ridding of the really quite terrible, natural traveling wrap in which it had arrived. The bath had uncovered an unutterably ancient and wrinkled little fellow: not young, but also not weak. He looked as tough as well-cured rubber and, heavens, he needed to be, considering what she had just seen him go through. He was cross, of course, cross as hell, but he gave a curious sense of vitality and of a settled determination to endure this outrageous experience.
She carried him over to his mother. Adelaide's sagged and damp face-like an energetic washerwoman's held too long over scalding suds-broke into subrational delight. She folded the stirring lump of terra-cotta flesh into her neck. In Miss Potts, only two emotions remained. One expressed itself in the words she whispered to herself, "So this is life, real lifeit just doesn't care a damn for meaning-it cares so much that it knows meaning doesn't matter." The other was too strong, too outrageous for words. She felt herself bent over the two creatures who at teatime had still been one; and now one of

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