In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. There was nothing to replace the all important letter from her father. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. It’s just like your Splendid Pride to do it. " 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. "I knew him at once. He knocked at the door. ’ ‘Yes, but they did do so. His head turned sideways towards the noise, his brows scowling.
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