He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. As much as it killed her, she kept her mouth shut. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced. Free! All the fine ecstasy, without the numbing terror. Occasionally he revealed tidbits about his past after a good kill.
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