"What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother. Anyhow, there it is: YOU ARE NOT GOING THERE. That’s the difficulty. You don't realize what you have done. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. After debating with himself whether he should further seek an interview, which, though, now in his power, was so sedulously shunned by the other party, he decided in the negative; and contenting himself with writing upon a slip of paper the hasty words,—"You are known by the villagers,—be upon your guard,"—he gave it to the ostler, with instructions to deliver it instantly to the owner of the horse he pointed out, and pursued his course.
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