She found a clean sweatshirt and soft pajama pants, glad to trade the wet for the dry. " Winifred's eyes filled with tears. Springing to his feet in an ecstasy of terror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. \" She sat down on a nearby bench. He had thought it might have that effect.
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