‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. And what did she do? Not only did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she ran away from him. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. David Courtlaw.
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