"I'll be his evil genius!" vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy her torture. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. That is what I don't understand. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. He yelled at the girls for neglected to hand Lucy a pair of shorts or a sweater while they stood around in shock. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind. “He’s got almost to like it. “Are you A, B, C, or D?” he asked.
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