Your mother, for what it’s worth to you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for Nicholas. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones.
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