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Supper was spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. Half the rooms empty. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. She was like an angel with one wing. Twice he cleaned the old briar; still there was no improvement. She flung aside every plan she had in life, every discretion. Each time a daughter had been born to him he had concealed his chagrin with great tenderness and effusion from his wife, and had sworn unwontedly and with passionate sincerity in the bathroom.
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