Maybe half a year, counting this summer. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. “There’s no delusions, so far as I know,” said Ann Veronica.
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