I’ve had a headache all day. Lucy simply added
her own good night, even though a significant part of her
wanted to call Cathy mother, she refrained. “She is living there now,” she remarked. Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than
life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. He pulled
on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse
logo, his brown socks, and shoes.
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