’ He sighed. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. . They say it hasn't been opened for eight years—but I won't be eight years in getting out of it. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. ’ He sighed elaborately. He saw her young and graceful back as she descended from the carriage, severely ignoring him, and recalled a glimpse he had of her face, bright and serene, as his train ran out of Wimbledon. She yielded it without protest, as though unconsciously. ” 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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