last-born's

Updated: July 21, 2025

And then the softened glances of the parents strayed now through the window towards the crops sleeping beneath the crystalline rime, and now towards their last-born's cradle, where hope was likewise slumbering. Again did two long months go by. Gervais had just completed his first year, and fine weather, setting in early, was hastening the awaking of the earth.

Émile Zola - Fruitfulness