The mother harnesses herself in the place of honour, in front. The father pushes behind in the reverse position, head downwards 204
“I have buried underground,” she says, “the treasure of the future” 238
Her delicate suit of downy velvet, from which you take the bloom by merely breathing on it, could not withstand the contact of rough tunnels 258 [[xi]]
FABRE’S BOOK OF INSECTS
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