She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Huge trees obscured the view of it. ” “No! I’ll explain lower. I want you to be my wife. Twice we hired caterers. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. And in that respect they stir up one another. On the way he confessed. I beg that you will consider me your friend.
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