207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. Then the long lashes sank demurely over them. " "Oh! certainly," answered Griffin; "certainly.
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