He’s waiting. Love, obliterated, annihilated; out of his heart and out of his Bible. The ragged edge. I waited for her at the back. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. Only in her eyes there seemed to be some apprehension of the fact that the young man’s clothes and manners were alike undesirable things. The man Hill has persecuted me for months—ever since I have been in England. To my loving parents and brothers, and my Aunts, Gail and Barb.
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