Chapter 63 · for subscribers
The notch is a foot wide and cut to the bottom and the field above it has not dropped a finger's width. I have poured out a trough, drained a well and broken a crate this month, and the water in this valley has stopped pretending with me — it ran up the camber of three hundred steps to find me and it is not going downhill off a hillside for a girl with a mattock.
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