She just didn't return to the dormitory at noon, and in the afternoon, when Jane Sampson came to the guard team, he had completely forgotten to scrub and wash his clothes.
James Black leaned in the doorway, and Jane Sampson only noticed him when she turned around after washing her clothes, intending to hang them up to dry.
As soon as she turned and saw someone in the doorway, she was obviously startled, her steps instinctively stepping back as she let out a soft gasp, her face full of panic.
"When did you start standing there? Why didn't you make any noise? You scared me." Jane Sampson patted her chest and then used a clothes fork to hang her clothes up.
"When you were saying that the darned turtle must have been wallowing in the mud." After James Black spoke, he glanced at Jane Sampson's expression, saw her eyebrows tremble slightly, and her guilty eyes drifting outward, before he walked over and patted her head with his hand.
