“I’m not going to college, John. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. I said I’d make shirts. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. I may prevail upon them to take you in until you are full-fledged, providing you do not find this aunt. She was sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account.
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