" 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. “Thought so. ” Mr. ’ ‘I thank you,’ Gerald said drily. Clearing the recess the instant after his companion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took out the key. ’ ‘I am a very English man,’ Gerald said. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes.
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