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" The doctor hesitated, puffing his tobacco hastily. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. " 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 shall give you my life, every moment and thought of my life.
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