" 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. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. Wood now re-appeared with a very red face; and, followed by Winifred, took her seat at the table. ‘I told her you couldn’t have been flirting, but she wouldn’t believe me.
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