come. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. They showered together. “What has he done? “What shall I do. How is she?” “My sister is quite well, thank you,” she answered. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room.
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