207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. ” He put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her onto the flat surface of the picnic bench. “Amazing. As for himself, there had never been a touch of it. "Well, I've seen many a gallant fellow in my time, Mr. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Like the flaws of an old marble. In the '80s such a dress would have indicated considerable financial means; under the sun-helmet it was an anachronism; and yet it served only to add a quainter charm to the girl's beauty. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind. "What did you ring for, Sir?" she asked, eyeing the group with astonishment.
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