He rang the doorbell, even though she had already cracked the door for him. Her head swam. If Jack should die, all though her fault, she could never forgive herself. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. 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. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. Ruth made a little gesture, of infinite pity; and this was quickly seized upon by the slant-eyed Chinese girl. Her straight strawberry blonde hair was exactly Cathy’s. If he escapes at all, it must be before our faces.
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