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” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. Lost me place, that’s all. “I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square,” she answered. ” She said. This is a joke of yours. But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. We have to get them to let us in for the profits of their business, and in return we ask them to—dinner.
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