大巴驶离镇子之前卡拉都一直把头低低埋下。其实车窗玻璃染了色,从外面是看不到里面的,可是她得防备自己别忍不住要往外看。说不定克拉克正好出现呢。从一家店铺走出来,等着过马路,全然不知道她要抛弃自己,还以为这是一个最普通不过的下午呢。不,他在想正是这个下午,他们的谋略——他的谋略——要付诸行动,急于想知道她已经走到哪一步了。车子一进入乡野,她便把头抬了起来,深深地吸气,朝田野那边望去,由于透过那层有色玻璃,田野都是紫兮兮的。贾米森太太的存在使她被笼罩在某种无比安全与心智健全的感觉之中, Carla has been buried before the bus leaving the ground low. In fact, the windowpane dyed, from the outside can not see inside, but she had to be prepared to prevent myself to look outside. Maybe Clarke happens to be there. Out from a shop, waiting to cross the street, totally do not know that she wants to abandon himself, thought it was one of the most common yet afternoon. No, he was thinking it was this afternoon that their strategy - his strategy - was to act and eager to wonder what step she had taken. As soon as the car entered the countryside, she lifted her head up, inhaling deeply, looking toward the fields, and the fields were purple thanks to the tinted glass. The existence of Mrs. Jamison kept her shrouded in a sense of immense security and mental well-being,