It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. I have suffered—I have sinned—I have repented. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me. But whenever the storm grew dangerous, either McClintock or Spurlock broke into saving laughter. Jonathan nodded assent.
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