A woman may choose any one for her lover, but for her friend she makes no mistake. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. " Some innate sense of balance told her that something was wrong with these tales. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. I will light the stove, and there shall be some coffee presently. We dine at seven-thirty. It is you who took my name, not I yours.
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