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TALL--LOOSKNIT--dark-skinned--big brown eyes that could cry grandly without making her face ugly--sad eyes that it took nothing at all to fire and make sparkle.
That funny joker, life, had mated her to a scrunched-up whipper-snapper of a man, with feet that took girls' boots and with narrow, white hands. They had a fiery-haired boy of six. His mother spoiled him. It was so easy for her to fold her loose-knit figure down to his stature. They had great fun. The father scorned stooping. Neither his body nor his mind was bendable.