" 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. ‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe. ‘Certainly I can prove it. He had not taken many steps when he perceived Quilt Arnold in the upper gallery, with a lamp in his hand.
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