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1 " The room was perfectly quiet, with that padded, luxurious quietness that only money can buy in a modern city. However noisy the streets below may be, noises falter, discouraged, before they can climb to the top flats in such buildings as Hyde House; like those bees which never discover the luckless virgin flowers in the penthouse gardens of New York. It is not a peaceful silence. There is something drugged and enchanted about it. Conditioned air, central heating, and sound-proof walls are the only magicians employed to produce this hush, yet it gives a strange feeling to a visitor of being cut off from the living world. "
― Stella Gibbons , My American
2 " Bob, he’s been crazy for weeks. A big job went wrong and he had to lie low and he got in with a man who put him on to some drug or other—Mary Warner, may be.” She lowered her voice over the mobsman’s name for the drug marihuana. "