No Golden Tombstones for Me!
“Treasure!” said Usher’s mother. “Come here and look me straight in the face and tell me what you see.”
“Nothing! I see nothing, Ma,” said Usher.
“The truth, now, the truth. Tell me what you really see?”
“Nothing! Nothing!” said our hero, dangerously walking a precipice.
She was sitting over a mirror at the kitchen table and had been examining herself for a long time. The whites of her eyes were red from weeping. The lids were swollen.
“Don’t you see, perhaps, a new gray hair?”
“No, Ma, I don’t see no new gray hairs.”
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