207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. They had been so considerate of the earth they had touched that they barely left a footprint. Of course there are, millions of them. " "Nothing else?" "No. You might tell the truth to some men, but never to him. " "You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger.
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