But I know a little place where we’ll get a little quiet talk. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. I hoped for a family like the Becks and I waded through the system until I got them, so maybe life isn’t so damn hopeless after all. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. He—wanted to marry me. All the jailers declared it utterly impossible he could have accomplished his astonishing task unaided; but who had lent him assistance was a question they were unable to answer.
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