“Oh. " "Merciful providence!" exclaimed the female. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. "There he is!" "I fear not," said her father, with a doubtful shake of the head.
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