where there should have been one , there were two : the demon brother , the larger , ravenous with hunger , and the other , the smaller brother , and in the liquidy darkness a pulse between them , a beat that quivered and shuddered , now strong , now lapsing , now strong again , as the demon brother grew even larger , took the nourishment as it pulsed into the womb , the heat , the blood , the mineral strength , kicked and shuddered with life so the mother , whose face was not known , whose existence could only be surmised , winced in pain , tried to laugh but went deathly pale , trying to smile gripping a railing ah !