She would have been amazed if John was even aware of any one of the incidents. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. She waited a few minutes, then greeted the burly doorman who stood as the building’s lone sentry. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. He whispered in her ear. Cathy gave her a bear hug and patted her severe 252 hairdo. He reached for her chin and lifted it up.
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