CHAPTER XXVII. " 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 man is a stranger to me. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. ” “There is no one else who has a key to your rooms?” “No one except my maid, who is away in Wiltshire.
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