She cursed herself for a fool. My will never faltered. . Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. Madame Valade was that kind of woman. My friend the doctor suspected it, and so do I. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. She is a year or so older than I am, and she is, well, of a very serene and proud and dignified temperament. 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. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother.
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