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. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. He proceeded to the deck, where Ruth and McClintock were waiting for him by the ladder. "I swear it," rejoined Jonathan, readily. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. She crept into the living room and turned off the set, adjusting Cathy’s blanket which had fallen to the carpeted floor. And she had not dressed herself in this habit of a blue so much like the sky just for his sake, no matter that Lucy had said how much this colour suited with her eyes.
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