” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. ” He did not appear to require any answer to his question. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. “I do not wish to use this. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. My name is Wild— Jonathan Wild.
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