The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. "I must tell you," she was saying. The door was fastened by a catch and a latch with an inside key, to which at night a chain and two bolts were added. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight.
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