I was always told my mother died the day I was born. Another picture slid across her vision. And I think also that Gosse—I mean that one who calls himself Valade—stole it. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. Springing to his feet in an ecstasy of terror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. "So get up, and leave off whimpering.
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