I Was Only Eight Years Old; And Before I Grew Up And Knew What It Meant I Had No Words For It, Except That I Was Frightened And Told My Mother; And That My Father Got A Pistol And Would Have Killed Charlie, Who Was A Big Boy, Fifteen Years Old, Except For His Mother. Nevertheless The Story Clung To Me. But The Man Who Married Me, A Widower Of Thirty-Five, Was A Newcomer And Never Heard It 'Till Two Years After We Were Married. Then He Considered Himself Cheated, And The Village Agreed That I Was Not Really A Virgin. Well, He Deserted Me, And I Died The Following Winter.