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Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother?
With deliberation, he spoke. "I cannot do it. "
"It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. . The brain tires of resistance, and when it meets
again and again, incoherently active, the same phrases, the same ideas that it has
already slain, exposed and dissected and buried, it becomes less and less
energetic to repeat the operation. I’ve got to stay at home and remain in a state of suspended
animation. She knew, or guessed his mission too,
for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. The world had grown
dark and wide, and she was very small. Toys! Delicate trifles! A sex of invalids.
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