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Luke that they had been, that Luke himself was,
halfway up the ladder at the race's start. He was bright,
he was white, he was hale and male. Poverty alone, she
said, was a simple affliction.
But more often than not it was a complication with
many symptoms, some of them incurable.
Ramona Dingley believed that property should be
inventoried. She readjusted her will annually and
advised her relative Sammy Smalter to consider his
estate—whatever it might consist of. But Smalter had
given little subsequent thought to his first and only will,
in which whatever he had was to go to Ramona if she
were alive, and to Beanie Abernathy otherwise. Yet,
the pharmacist had much more than anyone in Dingley
Falls imagined. He had more money than his aunt, more
than Mrs. Troyes or Mrs. Canopy, though not, of
course, as much as Ernest Ransom. Or Carl Marco.
But he had more than he knew what to do with. Given
that it could purchase neither ten more inches nor ten
more years, there was little money had to offer him. It
could buy love, or an excellent facsimile, since it is as