. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. But all that could be ascertained in the village was, that a man had ridden off a short time before in the direction of London. ” “You are marvellously like your brother,” Anna said, beaming upon him. It had been her father’s surname, and it had sounded far more innocuous and American than Iovelli. Ennison, or any other young man. . It was so easy to forget the imminent threats of being discovered during times of peace. “We played at love-making in Paris. “But why, Lucy? Who is it 145 that you are trying to hide from? John?” Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. “You!” said Ann Veronica.
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