The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. \"Some of them don't smell so good. He was heartily thankful for it. . He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. ” She had not seen or heard from a single one of them since. It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess. Sheppard, "are you come to renew your terrible proposals?" "I'm come to execute my threats," replied Wild.
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