” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. ” Annabel rose to her feet. She was not Madame Melusine Valade.
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