Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. ‘You are stubborn like a mule. White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields. “It’s either now or never,” said Ann Veronica, again ascending this stile. By and by she heard the screen door. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. You must let me do whatever I can for you.
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