He wanted to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London. . I will tell you what you shall give me, if you like. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. ’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. "Utterly," reiterated Jack, gloomily,—"as regards all I hold dear. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. I do not wish to blow off a head, you understand.
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