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PART II - CHAPTER XVIII

gods. They have become angry at my happiness, therefore, and have punished me through her, my beloved mother. I go to the god of long life. I have placed sacrifices before him of flesh and of wine. I have promised a hundred rounds of silver to the temple if my mother recovers.
But I have no response from the god. He sits immovably behind his curtain. I do not even know whether or not he receives my sacrifices.
Underneath all our lives, behind the veil, these gods are plotting!

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O My Sister, My Sister 1 The gods have spoken at last and have showed us their wickedness! Look! I am robed in sackcloth! See my sonhe is wrapped from head to foot in the coarse white cloth of mourning! It is for her-for my mother! O my mother, my mother! Nay, do not stay my weeping. I must weep now-for she is dead!
I sat alone with her at midnight. She lay as she has lain these ten days, a thing of bronze immovable. She had not spoken or eaten. Her spirit had already heard the call of the higher voices, and only her strong heart was left to beat itself out into feebleness and silence.

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