’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow. 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. “Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. ” The conversation hung for a moment. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. He worried me to marry him. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point.
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