Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. It would be swindling. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. He was not used to not getting his way. "Your son," answered the boy. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones.
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