I was always told my mother died the day I was born. Certainly I cannot kill you if you tell me to do so. Here we go, thought Gerald. ’ A radiant smile dawned. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. After all, life had still its pulsations. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. Her eyes where glassy and shining. He had bled everywhere, but she had struck when the opportunity was ripe.
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