Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. Dorling said deferentially. I ——” He stopped short. We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. There was none.
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