‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. Firmly built, as it was, the bridge creaked in such a manner with their contending efforts, that Abraham durst not venture beyond the door, where he stood, holding the light, a horrified spectator of the scene. After all, she only LOOKED a woman.
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