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” Mr. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. He screamed in pain, doubling over with a howl as she stumbled out of the bed. Jonathan aimed a blow at him, which, if it had taken place, must have instantly terminated the strife; but, avoiding this, he sprang at the thief-taker, and grappled with him. ” And then he flashed his whole conception of the relations of men and women upon her in one astonishing question. ” Carolyn shushed him modestly.
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