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The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. 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. Ann Veronica found herself in a little stirring crowd of excited women, whispering and tittering and speaking in undertones. The third time she escaped she reached the inconsequent barricade of the overturned table. They slow danced to a Bon Jovi ballad.
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