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Half an hour later she laid aside the book. “I’m not in the mood right this instant. "It is useless," replied Mrs. ”
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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. Then
the hotel manager struck his palms together sharply, and two Chinese "boys"
came pattering in from the dining room. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with
some man?”
“What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad
as to go off alone?”
“After—after what had happened the night before?”
“Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face
as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the
very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and
there, sure enough, was yours. It may be
treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness,
and that is sufficient. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality
in her tone. Ruth made a little gesture, of infinite pity; and this was quickly seized upon by
the slant-eyed Chinese girl. It was time
to get up. Dorling said deferentially. ’
‘Or she imagines that being half English is the same as being completely
English,’ suggested Lucilla.
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