:45:02
"She slept in m"y "coffin at first..."
:45:05
"...curling her little fingers around m"y "hair..."
:45:08
"...till the da"y "when she"
wanted her own coffin.
:45:18
But still, whenever she awoke...
:45:20
...she would crawl into mine.
:45:33
"The"y "died fast in those da"y"s, before,"
"she learned to pla"y "with them..."
:45:37
"...to dela"y "the moment till"
she had taken what she wanted.
:45:53
Why are you crying, chiId?
:45:55
Are you Iost, my Iove?
:45:57
Mama!
:46:00
Hush, now, don't cry.
:46:02
We'II find her.
:46:10
Mind the thumb, girI. Mind the thumb.
That IittIe digit.
:46:27
They're expensive, my dear.
:46:31
Maybe too expensive for
a young girI Iike you.
:46:47
CIaudia! What have we toId you!
:46:50
Never in the house.
:46:54
Give me some room.
:46:57
To me, she was a child.
:46:59
But to Lestat, a pupil...