\"I don't want to hurt you. The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace. “Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. Then with an indescribable relief her feet were on the pavement, and she was being urged along by two policemen, who were gripping her wrists in an irresistible expert manner. “You have changed somehow—and you certainly are less friendly. I know that you are all my friends, and I know that you all have very good advice to give me. Here one might live the life of golden days.
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