The one problem was that it didn’t fly. " 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. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. E. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse.
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