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. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. ” “Nor I. " "Oh, Heaven!" exclaimed Jack. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Her father was distinctly irascible, and disposed more than ever to hide away among the petrological things—the study was turned out.
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