" 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. ‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. " "I must trouble you to hold the child, then, for a minute, while I run up to the garret, where I've hidden it for safety," said Mrs. Wood. "Another time," replied the thief-taker, evasively. And here's the proof.
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