In Newark, N. J., a public school teacher asked so simple a question that almost everyone knew the answer. But the woman, as she gazed down the row of small, lifted hands, forgot what she had asked, for she had caught sight of one small fist whose aspect caused her, inexplicably, to shudder. It was not dirtier than the others; it was not mis-hapen, and it was unmarked except for a few minutes bulging sores. Yet if gave her an indefinable and malign impression of deformity, of horror. She sent the boy attached to...
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