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It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. ’ She fairly pushed at Gerald, who grinned and gave in, moving back to the still open door. Spare me, and I'll be quiet—quiet —quiet!" "Mother!" said Jack, advancing towards her.
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