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" 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 waited for them to get right out of the grounds. All our fraternity are afraid of him; but I laugh at his threats. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house. ” Lucy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. I had a hunch.
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