” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. '—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then. "I could not make him understand. Here and there, a rectangular patch, darker than the rest, showed that some had been removed. Killed is too kind a word. You will be under the eye of the best friend I have; and if you do not treat that child for what she is —an innocent angel—I promise to hunt you across the wide world and kill you with bare hands.
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