The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. She never knew what became of her farmer after that. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. ’ Tears glistened in her eyes. I saw them both. He kissed her fingers and grinned. Two souls in travail; one inspired by fresh hopes, the other, by fresh despairs. My death, probably. “I ought to have done anything! “What’s a man for? “Friendship!” He doubled up his fist, and seemed to contemplate thrusting it through the window.
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