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2. ” She leaned back amongst the cushions of her chair. "I've set a trap for him. ‘Yes, only that this consolation he had found before he married my mother. ” He digested her statement as part threat and part promise. " 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.
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