She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. “For luck. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. " But he searched in vain. ” She paused.
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