Her eyes were a dark brown , and over one was the slanting red scar of a birth mark . Naomi Holland looked at her with the contempt she had never made any pretense of concealing . The girl was bone of her bone and flesh of her flesh , but she had never loved her ; all the mother love in her had been lavished on her son . When Eunice had placed the candle on the shelf and drawn down the ugly blue paper blinds , shutting out the strips of violet sky where a score of glimmering points were now visible , she sat down on the foot of the bed , facing her mother . `` The door is shut , is it , Eunice ? '' Eunice nodded . `` Because I do n't want Car ` line or any one else peeking and harking to what I 've got to say . She 's out milking now , and I must make the most of the chance . Eunice , I 'm going to die , and ... '' `` Ma ! '' `` There now , no taking on ! You knew it had to come sometime soon . I have n't the strength to talk much , so I want you just to be quiet and listen . I ai n't feeling any pain now , so I can think and talk pretty clear . Are you listening , Eunice ? '' `` Yes , ma . '' `` Mind you are . It 's about Christopher . It has n't been out of my mind since I laid down here . I 've fought for a year to live , on his account , and it ai n't any use . I must just die and leave him , and I do n't know what he 'll do .
It 's dreadful to XXXXX of . ''
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