After a while he spoke again. " 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. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. Twice Spurlock went to Copeley's—twenty miles to the northwest—for ice and mail.
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