” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go. “I’ve never been prone to them. “Earning a salary!” “You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. “I’m just in time to say good-bye before I go, father. They don’t now. ” Brendon rushed to the piano and strummed out a tune. ’ For a moment or two there was dead silence in the parlour. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. "Whist!" exclaimed Terence; "he elevates his glim. Unobserved, she knelt and kissed the threshold: for she knew what kisses were now. .
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