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" Still the voice was
without emotion; calm, colourless. The pause lengthened, and
he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's
mouth. But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of
chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. 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. Master, your humble
servant. She had slapped him away
with her free hand and the finger was released suddenly,
sending her careening to the floor.
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