" 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. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. —'They can't, I tell you,' says I, in a bit of a passion; 'it's unconstitutional.
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