She had no idea what she should do. . Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. "Is it poison?" she asked. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. "I have one inquiry more to make of you, Sir," said the stranger, as soon as he had conquered his displeasure, "and I will then trouble you no further. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo.
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