You should have gone to bed, Anne. And of course he would have been grief-stricken, devastated, all the human things Karl can be—but it would not have been my secret any more. Won't you wear it, for his sake? She raised her head, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. They looked at each other, their conversation excluding the others.
He'll have to ask him to leave. David caught a glimpse of the girls down in the hall. Charlotte cautiously went nearer to her, feeling a strange mixture of protective tenderness and excoriating guilt. The stranger said loudly, Why, what have you done, Karl? This is no way to greet a friend, trying to break his arm.
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