Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. ’ A peal of laughter came from the girl. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. You have to see her to understand. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. "They'll escape. ‘How did you know that Mary was his daughter?’ Gerald hesitated. Other things came.
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