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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. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night.
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