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She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. 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. I might have known it. “You wouldn’t. She calmed herself, breathing deeply. She would rend him limb from limb like a fiend if only she could move. Amid this skirmish Jonathan greatly distinguished himself.
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