She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. ‘Aye, that she was. Having secured this,—for he was almost famished,—he said that he had lost a hammer and wished to purchase one. “Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. ’ ‘What?’ squeaked Kimble. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. I went to her rooms to-night.
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