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In the cold of a winter’s night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn’t be cold. You’d kill anyone who tried to harm the.

Betty Smith

She had had the pain; it had been like being boiled alive in scalding oil and not being able to die to get free of it
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Alive Oil Pain Scalding
I get a heavy penance for something I couldn’t help doing. But good or bad, I am a Catholic and I’ll never be anything else.
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Anything Else Penance Something
All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live.
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Kind Live Life
As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.
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Book Candy Girl House Shadow
Francie looked at her legs. They were long, slender, and exquisitely molded. She wore the sheerest of flawless silk stockings, and expensively made high-heeled pumps shod her beautifully arched feet.
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Beautiful Feet Long
If you love someone, you’d rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
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Pain Someone Suffering
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
The library was a little old shaby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and went in.
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Beautiful Doors Library Past Place
From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
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Lonely Reading World
“I wouldn’t want that to get around, Annie.” “You don’t mean that, Carl.” “Ah, we might as well call them beanies, Annie.” “Why?” “When in Rome do as the Romans do.” “Do they call them beanies in Rome?” she asked artlessly. “This is the silliest conversation.
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Allow Anyone Around might People
Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
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Children Printed Reading Word
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.
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Anguish Compassion Suffering
And always, there was the magic of learning things.
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Always Learning Magic Things
Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains – a cup of strong hot coffee when you’re blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you’re alone – just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.
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Book Cigarette Contentment Little Read Strong Things
Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.
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Firsts Looks Perspective
I can never give a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’ I don’t believe everything in life can be settled by a monosyllable.
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Believe Giving Monosyillable Settled

In the cold of a winter’s night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn’t be cold. You’d kill anyone who tried to harm the.

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