He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister. “As things are at present,” she said, “it is true. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Thames did not attempt to offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. Do you think I would marry you? Rather would I marry the pig in the convent. Something drew you. What can a girl do? Somewhere at this point Ann Veronica’s speculations were interrupted and turned aside by the approach of a horse and rider. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. Bold women certainly existed in the Middle Ages--Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales is evidence of this--but meek women were probably the norm, good Christian family ladies who wanted nothing more than to serve God and have children.
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