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She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. I put your clothes out an hour ago. The mother, Cathy Beck, was as patient and as charitable of an individual that Lucy had ever known, a big kindly Polish-American woman with the heart of an angel. He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. And, yet, I don't know.
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