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“Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. Surely his calculated desire to sit near her meant that his attention had surely been brought from its normal diversions into her realm. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. ‘But for how long?’ Lady Bicknacre asked apprehensively.
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