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. "I release you from your promise. ’ ‘I do not marry a man who makes me a threat like this,’ she flashed. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. "No matter," replied Sheppard.
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