” His voice assumed an easy detached tone. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. The three clerks fought for the only window, and saw her whisked into a hansom. A lot of girls have had it in for him but he must be picky or something because he didn’t go to Junior Prom even though I know he got asked. This is where my character, Lucia, is coming from. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year.
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