207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. The word "criticism" had no concrete meaning to her then; no more than "compromise. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. “In two days,” she reflected, “Mrs. A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him.
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