Beautiful hearts are in your eyes / I've been waiting for you to fall for me / And let me in your life

I gave explicit instructions for him to stay here, but he followed me, anyway.

He was never seen again, and the case remains unsolved today. Its haunting aftermath produced new antikidnap legislation[…]

The man with whom we take shelter has his wife and children, and his sons’ wives and all their children, to the number of twelve or fifteen, in the tent. Milk and misíthra is their only food: “We have milk in plenty,” they tell me, “but no bread.” Such is the life of a modern Arcadian shepherd, who has almost reverted to the balanephagous state of his primitive ancestorsᵃ. The children, however, all look healthy, and are handsome, having large black eyes and regular features, with very dark complexions.