" 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. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. "I never told anybody," she went on. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. Ann Veronica wiped a scalpel, put a card over a watch-glass containing thin shreds of embryonic guinea-pig swimming in mauve stain, and dismantled her microscope. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. Kneebone in a conciliatory tone. Sepulchre's.
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