” Drummond shook his head in melancholy fashion. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. ” His voice assumed an easy detached tone. 1. " 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. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers.
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