” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. ” Michelle stared at Lucy briefly. ’ ‘Woof!’ uttered the sergeant, jumping back. Apparently he thought it very much worth while. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. "What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. ‘You’re either mad, or in love.
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