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in a moment, the Blue Children were crowding round the tall old man, who pushed them all back and, in a gruff voice, said:
"One at a time!... !…”
Thereupon, a poor Child, who had hung back, until then, came forward timidly, sucking his thumb. He looked pale and sad and walked with tottering footsteps; he was so wretched that even Time felt a moment's pity:
"It's you!" he exclaimed. "You seem a very poor specimen.'"
And, lifting his eyes to the sky, with a look of discouragement, he added: Once again, there are many more of you than are wanted!... You can't deceive me!" Brandishing his scythe in one hand and holding out his cloak with the other, he barred the way to the rash Children who tried to slip by him. Not one of them escaped the horrid old man's watchful eye: "It's not your turn!" he said to one. "You're to be born to-morrow!... Nor yours either, you've got ten years to wait .... A thirteenth shepherd?.... There are only twelve wanted; there is no need for more... More doctors?.... There are too many already; they are grumbling about it on earth.... And where are the engineers?.... They want an honest man; only one, as a phenomenon