‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. " "All right. ‘It is to say goodbye, you understand. " Her son complied, and sat down upon the patch-work coverlet beside her. " 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. She was very pale, and there was a look of fear in her eyes.
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