" 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 tried to raise an outcry, but his throat was again forcibly griped by Rowland. With the broken links of the chain, which served him in lieu of more efficient implements, he commenced operations just above the chimney-piece, and soon contrived to pick a hole in the plaster. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then.
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