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Mar 28, 2013 | Views: 87
Who has suffered like me in the house? You only, Isarte, among the dead. I will go to you, for my grief is more than I can bear; and it may be that I shall find comfort even in speaking to the dead, and to a stone. Can you bear me in door hinges your arms? she said, clasping me round the neck. Take me up in your arms and carry me to Isarte. I knew what she meant, having so recently heard the story of Isarte, and in obedience to her command I raised her from the couch.
She was tall, and heavier than I had expected, though so greatly emaciated; but the thought that she was Door accessories's mother, and the mother of the house, nerved me to my task, and cautiously moving step by step through the gloom, I carried her safely to that white-haired, moonlit woman of stone in the long gallery. When I had ascended the steps and brought her sufficiently near, she put her arms about the statue, and pressed its stony lips with hers. Isarte, Isarte, how cold your lips are! she murmured, in low, desponding tones. Now, when I look into these eyes, which are yours, and yet not yours, and lever door handles
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