" 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. “Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. ‘But tell me this instead. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. I wished to control the weather, to possess infinite wealth, and to understand the substances of the earth.
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