’ ‘As a matter of fact, it isn’t,’ conceded Gerald. . She confided in me yesterday. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. I went to the theatre that night. She saw his face change, how he regretted. Manning, with entirely suitable emotion. I have said good-bye to it all. “Why do you kill me?” Michelle asked. ‘I am saying so,’ protested Gerald mildly. “Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in Paris, not Anna. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked.
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