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Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

Betty Smith

She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again.
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Eye Long Years
A lie was something you told because you were mean or a coward. A story was something you made up out of something that might have happened. Only you didn’t tell it like it was, you told it like you thought it should have been.
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Lie Lying Mean Something Story
From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
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Lonely Reading World
“Beautiful legs, then, is the secret of being a mistriss,” concluded Francie. She looked down at her own long thin legs. “I’ll never make it, I guess.” Sighing , she resigned herself to a sinless life.
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Beautiful Herself Legs Looked Resigned
Well, there’s a little bit of man in every woman and a little bit of woman in every man.
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Littles Men Wells
Everything, decided Francie after that first lecture, was vibrant with life and there was no death in chemistry. She was puzzled as to why learned people didn’t adopt chemistry as a religion.
BETTY SMITH

Firsts Lecture People
Having risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and keep compassion and understanding in his heart for those he has left behind him in the cruel upclimb.
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Behind Compassion Cruel Rise
She was surprised at how tiny it seemed now. She supposed the school was just as big as it had ever been only her eyes had grown used to looking at bigger things.
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Eyes School Tiny
I’ll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books. . . .
BETTY SMITH

Desk Parlor Sharpened Shining Weekend
She liked the combined smell of worn leather bindings, library past and freshly inked stamping pads better than she liked the smell of burning incense at high mass.
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Combined Fleshly Leather Mass Stamping
A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
BETTY SMITH

Children Want Forget never
It’s come at last,” she thought, “the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. When there wasn’t enough food in the house you pretended that you weren’t hungry so they could have more.
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Children Grief Winter
Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.
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Book Intimate Friends Mood
Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.
BETTY SMITH

Book Crosswords People
It is a good thing to learn the truth one’s self. To first believe with all your heart, and then not to believe, is good too. It fattens the emotions and makes them to stretch.
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Children Disappointment Teaching
The world was hers for the reading.
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Book Inspirational Reading

Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

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