” A shade of concern darkened Carol Diedermayer’s face. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. They seemed to her that morning to be all armed with nets and prepared to throw them over her directly her movements became in any manner truly free. "Wretch!" cried Jack. “How gratified she must have been! If only I had known I would have made an effort to get home in time for dinner. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. "We'll see that," replied Jonathan. Give me that precious charge," he added, snatching the bundle from Wood. "She in intensely impressionable and romantic, and probably she is giving the chap qualities he doesn't possess.
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