The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. Retracing his steps, he arrived, without further accident, at the eastern platform of the starling. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. You heard her. Every girl in the world practically, except a few of us who teach or type-write, and then we’re underpaid and sweated—it’s dreadful to think how we are sweated!” She had lost her generalization, whatever it was. “I don’t see there’s any getting away from the fact that you and I love each other,” he said, slowly. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. The two hostlers, however, kept close at his heels; and Jack, whose strength began to flag, feared he could not hold much longer.
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