The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. "There's the exact expression I want. She attacked me with a carving-knife, and, when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand. Never! Perhaps some day, quite soon, she might regret that breakfast-room. I’ll need you to go back to the barracks and fetch more men up to town. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals. “Why will you not be sensible? Go back to your old life and your old friends, and forget all about Paris and this absurd delusion of yours. Take care of the old clothesman, and leave the rest to me.
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