” “And why shouldn’t you?” “I felt that sort of thing couldn’t go on. “Good God!” he exclaimed. ” “It is over for now,” he answered, “but I cannot bear to think that you are subject to this sort of thing. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway and many minutes after his car was gone. I hate what I have to do to survive. She gently placed the car back upon the ground. This started a thought moving.
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