Crandall awoke to the faint sounds of farm life and spent a few sleepy moments wondering where he was. The low of a cow, the creak of a windmill, and the bustle of activity in another part of the house; the sigh of a free wind and the whisper of leaves -- none of these were indigenous to his normal habitat and it annoyed him until the sleep left him and he recalled.
Days of hard work and too little sleep, the relaxation of the farm for an evening. Jane. Jane!
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