She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. As he fell, he caught at the projecting masonry. But she had not reckoned with the etiquette of Canongate. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry. Let’s go.
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