The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. I wonder if a man can quite understand that passionate feeling? It is quite a passionate feeling. I think not. But one must disguise oneself. I wouldn't touch the stuff for all the pearls in India. She withdrew her head with a little moan, and resumed her flight.
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