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‘No, you don’t. She tipped his mouth towards her own and kissed him. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. Her eyes were lit with mirth, the corners of her mouth quivered.
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