Charlotte blotted her eyes and nose. But that's the awful thing, she whispered, turning to him, aghast at herself. As I said, my attack on your friend was unplanned and I regret it. He had hoped that Edward's delusion had been momentary.
Yet her wretchedness and anger were stronger than her fear of him, and those old feelings could never regain a hold on her. Fortunately there was no one arriving at this moment; it would be easy to slip out, no questions asked. I certainly didn't. He glanced at her, a brief fiery gleam beneath the lowered lids.
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