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That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. He was six blocks away from his home, a ten story building apparently made solely of glass. She covered herself with her arms. ’ ‘That has put “only Gerald” very firmly in his place,’ mourned Gerald. The mother, Cathy Beck, was as patient and as charitable of an individual that Lucy had ever known, a big kindly Polish-American woman with the heart of an angel. She did not wince. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors.
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