Here is a painting of the second fellow I spied running through the fields, I believe his name is Quentin and he is commonly refered to as the Dandy of Bakewell. I have it on good authority that the wedding he was attending on the day I met him was his first social event and that is probably why he looks a little nervous. No sooner had I put him up on the wall than my dear friend Maralyn from the Mossy Rock saw him and burst into tears at the very sight of his innocent face. She had to have him ,she tells me,on account of his left eye and the peculiar way it was looking at her.
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