My father was Colonel Pellissier. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. I made the pies. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she had left for England, and that her address was—London. Before a year has expired, you will share the same fate.
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