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As soon as he realised the sound of rain beating against the roof of the treehouse had ceased, Will leapt to his feet and scrambled outside, breathing deep of the moist, damp, clean air. The weather here could be maddening at times, and often as not he ignored the rain, venturing out in it and getting soaked, but now...now Elizabeth was here, and there were matters of propriety to mind. He could hardly wander about wearing next to nothing while his clothes dried, after all.
So he'd remained inside for most of the day, taking short walks each time the rain relented, and hurrying back as it started up again. It was nearing dark now, though, so he didn't venture far from the treehouse, simply pacing like a caged animal at the base of it, watching and listening for Elizabeth, who'd decided to explore today. He smiled to himself at the thought of her, her spirit and curiosity things not even God himself could put a damper on, not with a hundred thunderstorms. Heaven help him, he loved her almost more than he could bear.
So he'd remained inside for most of the day, taking short walks each time the rain relented, and hurrying back as it started up again. It was nearing dark now, though, so he didn't venture far from the treehouse, simply pacing like a caged animal at the base of it, watching and listening for Elizabeth, who'd decided to explore today. He smiled to himself at the thought of her, her spirit and curiosity things not even God himself could put a damper on, not with a hundred thunderstorms. Heaven help him, he loved her almost more than he could bear.