‘But I don’t trust you an inch. " 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 air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. On his return to the room, Jonathan purposely left the door of the Well Hole ajar.
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