" 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. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. Without hindrance—present occupation. ” He hesitated, and walked away from her toward the house. He’s the handle of life for you.
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