He stopped short of a group of adolescent saplings and turned the ignition off. Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of imprisonment. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. She remained on guard.
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