I WAS talking to him before I saw his name on the card beside the row of microscopes. 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. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She forced herself not to think of John. Few men could have done as much. I refused to sign a petition in his behalf to the Recorder; not from any ill-will to him, but because it was prepared by a person whom I particularly dislike— Captain Darrell. E. \"Why should they care that I want to go to college when they are so busy interviewing architects about adding on to our house, making it bigger?\" Lucy looked at her, concerned. Surely he was imagining this picture.
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