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‘Ah, yes,’ Gerald said, jumping down from the coach and waiting for the fellow to let down the steps for Melusine, ‘I had forgotten about you. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. I figured it would hurt your feelings if you knew I still talked to him, so I kept my mouth shut. ’ Madame ventured a glance up at his face, and fluttered her lashes. . " "Shall we do so?" whispered Winifred to her father. " "Well, imagination beats me!" "It's something Ruth saw. " "Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough. “Yeah, I know. The young lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. ” She paused, and he waited for her to speak. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school.
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