’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. I don’t know why he was allowed into the system in the first place, but he had two kids of his own. He moaned. . ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters.
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