She had all the fascination of being absolutely perplexing in this respect. “I confess it. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. ’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. She cocked her head. behind the Laundromat. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. Sheppard raised her hand, and the malediction trembled upon her tongue. It was from Brendon.
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