At first she thought that the woman was just a servant. The Master of the Mint was accompanied by another gentleman almost as portly as himself, and quite as deliberate in his movements. She opened the door with a neon colored key. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. That register would be easy to get at; comforting thought. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school.
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