The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. \"Of course not. “Quite right,” she said. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. “DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows.
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