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One of the great shocks connected with the loss [in the Spanish flu epidemic] of my parents was an aesthetic one. Even if my guardians had been nice, I should probably not have liked them because they were so unpleasing to look at and their grammar and accents were so lacking in correctness. I had been rudely set down in a place where beauty was not a value at all. “Handsome is as handsome does,” my grandmother McCarthy’s chauffeur, Frank, observed darkly, when my uncle Louis married an auburn-haired charmer from New Orleans. I hated him for saying it; it was one of those cunning remarks that throw cold water on life.
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