The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remained perfectly
motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity in his demeanour. “You cannot say that you did not expect me,” he answered. It developed into a sort
of secret and private bad manners. He became really companionable, discussed the
new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer
visage. "
"Hear me, Madam, I beseech you," interposed Mrs. ”
“Not worth the trouble. . ”
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THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER
The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that
relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the
school. “I don’t see that his
being a good sort matters.
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