“She stared at
the turf, as if she would answer no more questions; begged him to go.” Why did
he have to interrogate her like that in front of everyone else? She missed one
shot. Sure she was captain, but couldn’t he just be glad they won? Still, Greg’s sharp voice wove its way through
her sweaty hair, into her cold ears to stab at her soul. Always critical, of
her at least, this was the Greg she knew. How stupid she was to think a few
drinks one night in August would change any of that. This was not drinks in
August. It was a soccer game. Soccer. That’s all she ever was to him. All it
ever will be.
She
looked straight ahead and gave a slight nod, then turned towards the locker
rooms, fighting to keep the frustration out of her step as he continued his
tirade. They had won, and she was captain, and this was soccer. Game face. Get it
back on, Kaylee, get it back on.
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“She stared at the turf, as if she would answer no more questions; begged him to go.” She no longer wanted to be there, on the edge of the grand lawn, with this ridiculous man. Sir Ellingsworth had graciously offered his arm for an afternoon stroll through the gardens and Waltstone Castle received so few visitors, she happily accepted the invitation. Conversation was pleasant enough as they wandered the roses and hedges, getting to know each other, as intimately as etiquette would allow for a first walk together. But when they arrived on the terrace over looking the polo field, he had the nerve to kiss her, on the lips, without warning! What an audacious young man!
“She stared at the turf, as if she would answer no more questions; begged him to go.” She no longer wanted to be there, on the edge of the grand lawn, with this ridiculous man. Sir Ellingsworth had graciously offered his arm for an afternoon stroll through the gardens and Waltstone Castle received so few visitors, she happily accepted the invitation. Conversation was pleasant enough as they wandered the roses and hedges, getting to know each other, as intimately as etiquette would allow for a first walk together. But when they arrived on the terrace over looking the polo field, he had the nerve to kiss her, on the lips, without warning! What an audacious young man!
It had been
several long moments since, and he had done nothing but pepper the air with
accusations. Hadn’t she enjoyed it? Wasn’t he handsome enough? Wasn’t his
family well enough off? Hadn’t he made his intentions perfectly clear?
‘This is what I
get, for complaining for lack of excitement around here, an overly excitable gentleman
What luck for such a splendid afternoon’ she thought to herself.
For English 284, Exercise 1
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