But they did not
know how good she was, how perfect she was. How I could have been such a fool I’ll
never know. ‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. His countenance was pale
as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of
fear. On his return to the room, Jonathan purposely left the door of the Well Hole ajar. ”
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THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER
The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that
relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the
school. Yet he stays. To a woman she might have confided; but
to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable. Only a son’s another story. Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel
that you have been driven into a false position. He cupped her small hands in the bowl of his large
ones and reassured her in the kindest manner, saying,
“You will have the finest life that Florence has to offer. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack,
who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. Come back—you must come back. . But,
no.
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