’ Gerald let out a sigh both relieved and satisfied and repeated the name. . . One cannot trust any man at all. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. If only out of loyalty to co-education one has to do that. ‘Quickly! You must get up. Innumerable little puzzles were instantly solved. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it.
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