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' She looked at the coachman. Listening to women ain't the fashion in this part of the country. A cold clime will perk a boy up and make him want to wiggle his bean. The last thing he wanted to do at such times was talk--a man who was talking couldn't listen to the country, and might miss hearing something that would make the crucial difference.