Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. “Why should women be dependent on men?” she asked; and the question was at once converted into a system of variations upon the theme of “Why are things as they are?”—“Why are human beings viviparous?”—“Why are people hungry thrice a day?”—“Why does one faint at danger?” She stood for a time looking at the dry limbs and still human face of that desiccated unwrapped mummy from the very beginnings of social life. “Nobody understands them, of course, but we all look as though we did. He embraced her like her father once had. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. Something draws everybody. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer. " "As you will," said Jonathan, seating himself.
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