Again, we have an example of the curious atavism of the internal secretions.

By one of those rare atavisms by which a poet can be bred of a peasant or peasant be begot of poet, Miss Ruby Kaufman, who was born in Newark, posthumous, to a terrified little parent with a black ribbon at the throat of her gown, had brought with her from no telling where the sultry eyes and tropical-turned skin of spice-kissed winds.

The scene had not changed: dark spruce and the red glow of fire; and there was atavism in his very posture.