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"I'm a widder," asserted Taylor Gannon's relict, somewhat superfluously. "My man has done left me to do for myse'f as best I can. I kept the re-sort alone for six year. I have shore sawn some curious things when these here town folks comes up. But I want to say here an' now that, as a wife an' widder, I have never sawn nothing to compare with what's agoin' on in this place sence Perfesser Sevier come." The other woman straightened herself up from where she sat limply in her chair, and a gleam came into her faded eyes. "You don't mean to tell me that that there town feller is a-courtin' you a'ready!" she said with some animation. "I ain't plumb shore," replied the widow cautiously. Such an idea had never occurred to her, yet to decline the glory of it would be beyond even such strong feminine nature as this.

1909 January 28, Grace MacGowan Cooke, “The Flight of Robert Sevier: Relating How, When, and Where He Flew”, in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine, volume 83, number 491, page 35