“I don’t know where to go to. \" Obediently, Lucia rose from her seated position on the bed and approached the baby and the mother in wonderment. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. Something in her tone made him look up. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. ’ Sheer exasperation made Gerald release her as he broke into reluctant laughter.
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