" "Won't my life do as well as his?" supplicated the other. ‘You will not, pig,’ cried Melusine. “Will he die?” she asked. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood, born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his coat. “You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice.
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