"Is this a season to speak on such a subject?" "Perhaps not," rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollable violence of my passion must plead my excuse. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "Not as I loved mine. ” He recovered himself. Then she spoke, with a carelessness he instantly suspected. ’ ‘In any event,’ Gerald told her, with a grin, ‘I can’t marry this one. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies, whirled around. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. As soon as they had got out, the vehicle was drawn up at the back of a tree near the cage. The concourse extended along Giltspur Street as far as Smithfield. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady.
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