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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. The lad hesitated. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages. It had been discussed in silence. They could not go on. " "It's light. “I can say no more. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. ‘That is my mother. ’ Melusine found her tongue.
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