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"
Can
’
t
we
do
anything
to
help
Mr
.
Marullo
?
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
not
.
"
"
How
did
it
happen
?
Who
found
out
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
He
’
s
a
good
man
.
They
shouldn
’
t
do
it
to
him
.
How
is
he
taking
it
?
"
"
With
dignity
.
With
honor
.
"
We
walked
on
the
beach
as
we
had
thought
we
might
,
sat
in
the
sand
,
picked
up
small
bright
shells
and
showed
them
to
each
other
,
as
we
must
do
,
spoke
with
conventional
wonder
about
natural
things
,
the
sea
,
the
air
,
the
light
,
the
wind
-
cooled
sun
,
as
though
the
Creator
were
listening
in
for
compliments
.
Mary
’
s
attention
was
split
.
I
think
she
wanted
to
be
back
home
in
her
new
status
,
to
see
the
different
look
in
the
eyes
of
women
,
the
changed
tone
of
greetings
in
the
High
Street
.
I
think
she
was
no
more
"
poor
Mary
Hawley
,
she
works
so
hard
.
"
She
had
become
Mrs
.
Ethan
Allen
Hawley
and
would
ever
be
.
And
I
had
to
keep
her
that
.
She
went
through
the
day
because
it
was
planned
and
paid
for
,
but
the
real
shells
she
turned
over
and
inspected
were
the
shining
days
to
come
.
We
had
our
lunch
in
the
blue
-
checked
dining
room
,
where
Mary
’
s
manner
,
her
certainty
of
position
and
place
,
disappointed
Mr
.
Mole
.
His
tender
nose
was
out
of
joint
that
had
so
joyously
quivered
at
the
scent
of
sin
.
His
disillusion
was
complete
when
he
had
to
come
to
our
table
and
report
a
telephone
call
for
Mrs
.
Hawley
.
