’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. “Who can tell?” she said. “Violence won’t do it,” said Ann Veronica. With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench.
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