You're alone, too, child. Monsieur Valade heaved a gusty sigh, and Gerald, with heavy diplomacy and a forced heartiness of manner, turned the subject. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water.
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