Authors: Debra Shiveley Welch
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ary
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n
h
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ght
an
d we
ig
hed
80
po
u
n
d
s.
La
r
g
e,
l
u
m
i
nous
e
y
es,
gazing
just
a
b
ove
h
i
s
head, filled
a face,
w
h
ich
ap
p
eared
t
o
b
e too s
m
a
l
l to
h
o
ld t
h
e
t
wi
n
, s
h
im
m
eri
n
g o
r
bs.
P
o
i
n
ted
of
c
h
i
n
,
s
n
ub
o
f
n
o
se,
Mary
ap
p
eared
t
o
Peter
to
rese
m
b
le Th
e
d
a
Bar
a
,
t
h
e
r
a
ven-haired
silent
s
t
ar
of
the
“silver
scre
e
n
”
from
1914 to
1926.
Pet
e
r
re
m
e
m
b
ered
Th
e
d
a’s
pict
ur
e
f
r
om
t
h
e
co
ver
o
f
s
e
v
e
ral
copies
of
old
m
ovie
m
agazines,
p
u
rc
h
ased
by
his
m
o
t
h
er
wh
e
n
she
was
still a c
h
il
d
.
M
ary was 16-years-
o
ld.
Taki
n
g
a de
e
p brea
t
h
a
n
d a
tt
e
m
p
ti
ng
a
t
r
e
m
bl
i
ng
s
m
il
e,
su
it
case
i
n
h
a
n
d
,
Ma
ry
d
escen
d
ed
t
h
e
meta
l
stai
r
s
t
o
th
e w
oo
d
e
n
p
o
rc
h
up
o
n
w
h
ich
her
g
r
o
o
m
sto
o
d.
C
ha
!
h
e
thoug
h
t
t
o
h
i
m
s
el
f
,
s
h
e
d
o
esn’t
lo
o
k
like
s
h
e
co
u
l
d
lift
a s
p
oon
–
someh
o
w,
I
d
o
n’t
care.
I
will
do
all
o
f
t
h
e
w
o
rk
if
s
h
e
will
j
u
st have
m
e
.
M
ar
y
,
on
her
p
ar
t
,
c
o
u
l
d
n
o
t
b
r
in
g
her
s
elf
t
o
m
eet h
i
s
e
y
es.
She
was terrified!
W
h
at
ha
ve
I
g
o
tten
myself
i
n
to?
She
pani
c
k
e
d
.
What
have
I d
o
n
e
?
I
d
o
n
’t
know
t
h
is
m
a
n
!
Have
I
l
o
st
my
m
i
n
d
?
I
n
a
w
a
s
s
o
s
u
re
t
h
at I
s
h
ou
l
d
d
o
t
h
is
–
cou
l
d
she
have
been
w
ro
n
g
?
Tre
m
bling,
Mary
stared at
her
g
r
oo
m
’s
d
u
sty
b
o
ots.
S
h
e
was
pr
ep
ared
to
m
ove
back
fo
r
ea
c
h s
t
ep
he
to
ok
f
o
r
wa
r
d.
O
v
e
r
whe
l
m
i
ng
fear
press
e
d
up
on
he
r
.
Swa
yin
g sli
gh
tly,
she
f
e
lt
Pete
r
’s
p
r
o
tecti
v
e
h
and
upon
h
e
r
a
r
m
.
Some
ho
w
,
t
h
is cal
m
ed
her i
n
s
t
ead of
m
aking
her
m
o
re
afra
i
d
.
Peter
se
n
sed
her
d
i
stress.
He felt
in
t
un
e w
i
th
h
er e
m
o
ti
o
ns, a
l
m
o
st as
if
he
were
f
eeling
t
h
em
hi
m
self.
His
heart
ached
for
her,
and
yet,
he was
deter
m
i
n
ed
t
h
at
she
wo
uld
be his
w
i
fe.