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Your mother arrived, and she knew me for what I was, she whispered to me curses against werewolves and vampires when I was alone in a room with her. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister in the expression of his large black eyes. Do you hear me? Do you hear what I am saying?. No one could take the place for anything but what it was, and even Gosse hesitated in the doorway. Some day older people, perhaps, will trouble to understand younger people, and there won’t be these fierce disruptions; there won’t be barriers one must defy or perish.
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