" 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. ‘Cover her, men. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. “It jars. She hated tricking Shari, whose joy for life was the only thing that made her naive enough to fall for laced iced tea or hot cocoa, depending on the season. That’s one thing clear.
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