She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. ‘But if there is one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’ ‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove.
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