‘When she lies outright, she thinks about it. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. “Yes. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand.
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