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"That's for Mrs. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. \" He commented heartily, wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand. "His name, I say!—his name!" thundered the knight. But, perhaps, you'll first accompany me to my dwelling for a moment, that we may arrange our accounts before we start. . When is the game?\" She did her best to overhaul her own appearance for 63 the greater part of an hour, blotting lips, fluffing the brush over her face. And where was that devil? Had the soldiers found him? She could not think he had escaped, for she had only just made it into the passage as they entered the library. Gerald smiled and crooked his elbow. ‘I must. That turned her mind to the more generalized aspects of her perplexities again. "He stands before you," rejoined her son. Then she burst into a peal of laughter.
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