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My wife doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand now. He was mad. He had little money about him, and unless friends come to his aid he must be treated as a pauper. I ought never to have thought of it. You have taken even my knife. I know you. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends. He motioned the young man to the rear chair, because at that hour the youth appeared to be a quantity close to zero. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. There was a fourth story; but he never told either Ruth or McClintock about this. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct.
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