She had seen Mrs. He turned, expecting to see his wife. She confronted him with his own double-standard. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. 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. She could hear the raucous laughter and bad music below. Had she said the words aloud? He pulled her close and she nuzzled her head on his chest. And now, only twenty-four hours behind him … that is, if he wasn't paddling by on the return route to Hong-Kong or had dropped down to Macao. It was not possible. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. And, decently as he could, McClintock was giving the man the boot.
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