"Your boast, you see, was a little premature, Mr. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. Despair engulfed her at the horrid remembrance that the one particular Englishman she knew to be sympathique did not at all wish to marry her. There!" Out of the dark unruffled sapphire of the lagoon came vertical flashes of burning silver, singly and in groups. "My name is Kneebone," added the portly personage, stepping forward.
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