" "And you my warning," retorted Wild. \" He said, as he threw his trash into the can on the way out. “Lucy Albert, sir. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. ” “You didn’t tell them our position?” “I implied we had married. ” Lucy gestured to the rough plywood floor. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One wants to be CLEAN. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic.
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