‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. ‘And I don’t mind telling you it goes agin’ the grain with me to let you go free and all, missie. She drew it out with shaking fingers. “It is a very pleasant place,” said Ann Veronica, biting a rhododendron stalk through, and with that faint shadow of a smile returning to her lips. " "What did I say?" "Only one word," she said, offering her first white lie.
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