“But, you see, appearances are very much against me. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. ‘Then it is that you will have pity? Here we have come, we poor, for aid. ’ ‘Are we to infer that he had a choice?’ enquired Gerald. “Anna,” he cried eagerly. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. ” “But your dinner!” she protested. Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated, but effectively strangled at birth. All human food tasted equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime steak or cheap hamburger. Gianfrancesco had been talked into the arrangement only because the drivers that had handled the job for generations were sick or dead. He got off on it.
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