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She never knew what became of her farmer after that. ” She raked into the fire with the poker. I'll tote it myself. No, this was imbecile. “Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly. But she had loved the man. Passing thought. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it.
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