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. 207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. Her eyes where glassy and shining. He had died before they married, and when her brother became a widower she had come to his assistance and taken over much of the care of his youngest daughter. “It—it—must come,” she faltered.
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