He went on. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. Her evident terror and distress reinforced the tale he told. . Larry would be up soon. Jack had been touched in the morning, but he was now completely prostrated. But when she saw the car, her body filled with dread, for it gave her a bad feeling. She thought about just asking him to take 116 her to his place and get it over with, but she reconsidered and decided to attempt to get to know him better. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. There must be something behind the missioner's actions, something of which the girl knew nothing nor suspected.
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