I was always told my mother died the
day I was born. Part 8
And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to
run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her
skin. The two lovers sat together, and their sole discourse
turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. “Forgive me, madam,” he said stiffly, “but in such a case as this it is better that
nothing in the room should be disturbed until the arrival of the police. Meysey Hill—never
your wife. Nothing is settled upon. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which
rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with
a foot-rest. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement.
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