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There was little fighting spirit here. "Take my life, if you're so disposed. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. I fought ten lions at once. Grandmothers and grandfathers and uncles and aunts … to love and to coddle lonely little girls. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. "That's a glorious reward.
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