Wood the carpenter. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. “What have you done?” 212 “It is your own fault, Lucia. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits.
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