The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep. She had never before heard the noise of firecrackers, and in the beginning the sputtering racket caused her to wince. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. She never calls herself ‘Alcide.
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