At every step he seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. I'll tote it myself. ‘It is of no use to try to stop me. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. I put my foot down like—like adamant.
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