I always told you some accident would happen. See paragraph 1. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. She shut the door behind her. And so bitterly did the carpenter reproach himself with his neglect, that he resolved, at all risks, to go back in search of it. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. That's one of the troubles with young folks: they take themselves so seriously.
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