Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. She held out her hand frankly. " 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.
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