Sheppard reached the debtor's garrison. The effort to maintain
her self-control was almost superhuman. . God must love me, for he has guided me
here. Her concluding
paragraph was, on the whole, perhaps, hardly starchy enough. "
"You don't remember your mother?"
"Oh, no; she died when I was very little. She could now see to read;
so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. ”
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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 have now settled my affairs, and made every preparation for my
departure to France, where I shall spend the remainder of my days. Books!
She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from
heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books.
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