”
She laughed. 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. The silence of Canton at
night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly
boil out. Then Anna spoke more seriously than usual. Tell me I haven’t
heard. Now, I'll be getting along. ”
“Bring me a whisky and soda, and a box of cigarettes,” Ennison answered, “and
then leave me alone, there’s a good fellow. "
"Let me go," implored Mrs. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee
somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. ”
Annabel shrugged her shoulders.
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