We both understood that. The stags and oxen and things all have to fight for us, everywhere. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. Every moment or two he bent over his patient. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school.
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