It is you who took my name, not I yours. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. Now, however, as Gerald watched them, their heads were together and they were murmuring in French. Everybody looked askance at everybody else. If individuality means anything it means breaking bounds— adventure.
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