She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. She was vaguely happy over this arrangement which put her in the wing across the middle hall, alone. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. “Perhaps one talks nonsense about a woman’s instinct,” she said. 1.
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