“You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. “We’ve made out but we haven’t had sex. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. I even offered him back the half interest he had sold to me. Kneebone, who did not appear in the slightest degree disconcerted by his cool reception, each sank carelessly into a chair, and made himself at home in a moment.
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