"I had to give in to him. “Annabel!” she exclaimed. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal. She went into shock. “Who decorated the school like this?” She asked, peering up at the multicolored banners that hung everywhere. " "I will try to do so," replied the widow, forcing a smile. “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. "Do they treat you ill?" asked her son. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad.
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