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She loved her son and, loving him, she loved what he was trying to do. …for her to try to stop Johnny-Boy was to admit that all the toil of years meant nothing; and to let him go meant that sometime or other he would be caught, like Sug. In facing it this way she felt a little stunned, as though she had come suddenly upon a blank wall in the dark.
— Jul 11, 2026 09:36AM
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For the rest of her life what she remembered of that morning were the last sights she'd seen through two eyes: the shadows of leaves on the sunny floor, the hair on the backs of her father's hands, the stripe on the doctor's trousers, the handkerchief coming down. Then blindness.
— Jul 15, 2026 12:49PM
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They had both joined the service and, disguised in their uniforms, they could not be told from other people's children [until] they opened their mouths but they did that seldom. The smartest thing they had done was to get sent overseas and there to marry French wives. … They had married nice girls who naturally couldn't tell that they murdered the kings English or that the Greenleafs were who they were.
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