At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. Charity for the ragtag and the bobtail of the Seven Seas, and none for his own flesh and blood. "I shall be obliged to hang him to keep him company. Don’t leave me. "Mother, I come to you.
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