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Every night since they had come here, Leoda would walk upon the beach. |
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At dinner, the absence of wife and mother had been an oppressive presence who sat, unspeaking, between father and daughter. Leoda could hardly wait to be excused and to walk again upon the beach. |
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...she is running she knows not what from or what to but she is running -- |
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And then she is Leoda again. |
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