Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. At the bottom of the trunk I found two of my mother's dresses. Let me only wear your livery. His smile faded. 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.
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