207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. She pulled, he rose to his feet.
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