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” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked. To her satisfaction, the captain reddened a trifle. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. I don’t know anyone. That is very certain. . Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. “Gellett,” he called, “just come and clear up a mess, will you? I’ve smashed some things. ’ Pottiswick sucked at his teeth through the gaps.
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