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At last his voice came to release her tension. She confided in me yesterday. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. She was certain he would hear, sleeping in the nearby castle. 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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