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...Bowden farmed about a hundred acres of half and half sort of land, some good, some poor, just under the down. He was a widower, with a mother and an only son. A broad, easy man with a dark round head, a rosy face, and immense capacity for living in the moment. Looking at him you would have said not one in whom things would rankle. But then, to look at a West Countryman you would say so many things that have their lurking negations. He was a native of the natives, his family went back in the parish to times beyond the opening of the register, his ancestors had been churchwardens in remote days. His father, 'Daddy Bowden,' an easy-going handsome old fellow and a bit of a rip, had died at ninety...