The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. . It was a fetching gown that stretched tightly in a cream colored swath over her breasts and expanded to a full skirt with a petticoat. ’ ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s daughter. Probably a sick man's whim.
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