She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. The thought of them distressed her without subtracting at all from the oceans of happiness in which she swam. He appeared to be a stranger to the prisoner, and the sole motive of his visit, curiosity. 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. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. Did he act to you that day as if he knew what he was doing?" "Not all of the time.
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