The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. His glasses were gone. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which one could buy anything from jewsharps to gas-engines. Such was the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts. \"I don't want to hurt you. And instead of accepting the situation gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt! One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach.
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