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ever managed to get engaged. I swear I don't believe
the woman has ever opened her mouth. Now I love
quietness; an excellent thing in a woman, as the Bard
says. Beanie has it, and I love it in her. But that girl's
downright comatose." The editor realized, too late, that
he had—as he told himself—slid his fat foot into his
drunken mouth once again.
Beanie's name lay heavily in the air. Hayes could
think of no words in which to ask his friend how he felt.
And so the lawyer and the editor called for the bill.
chapter 19
Of the people in Dingley Falls who now sat awake
alone in their houses, Judith Haig was neither reading,
like Tracy Canopy, nor watching television, like Evelyn
Troyes, nor listening to records, like Walter Saar, nor
writing a letter, like Limus Barnum, nor preparing a
sermon, like Jonathan Fields. Judith, having long ago
cleaned the little part of her house that needed cleaning,
was sitting in her robe by the window and trying not to
think about what Sammy Smalter's life had probably
been like. Had he gone to special schools, had he cried