" 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. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. “Odd!” she said. It was the blouse that gave Lucy away. She let them fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight giving her a celestial touch.
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