" It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. .
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