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Mount Holyoke, so that he could finish the war and
finish law school and marry her. She had held out her
hands to the ducks. "They'll bite you," he warned her.
"Not unless I hurt them," she said. Then she had
snatched up his hands in hers and said, "Oh, throw that
book in the water. We could just get married now,
couldn't we, before you go back?"
"Yes," he'd told her. "All right."
He had wanted to marry her for a long time,
perhaps since the afternoon they were introduced by
Ernest Ransom at a game in the Yale Bowl. A cautious,
careful young man, never before had Winslow made a
decision with so little regard for the evidence, so brief a
review of the relevant facts, before entering his plea.
But Beanie had seemed to him at once to be an
absolute fact, like the war, to be so tangible that,
connected to her reality, he could stretch out a tentative
hand toward a world he otherwise ignored and
sometimes found frightening and often misunderstood.
Within a year of their wedding they had the twin boys.
Two more tangible facts, like Beanie. And for a long
time she tried to have other children. When she didn't,