The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. . Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I wanted to get away from Paris.
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