![]() I should not be so uncharitable, I knew but it wearied me, a girl who preferred the company of her books and her dog and of nature, to have to entertain strangers so often. Word had long since traveled far and wide that the esteemed Baltus Van Tassel could not turn anyone away. My father was the most prosperous farmer for miles around, making him Sleepy Hollow’s unofficial lead citizen, and as such we often entertained our fellow townsfolk, in addition to travelers passing through: our home was the largest for many miles, situated conveniently along the Albany Post Road, and therefore the first place they would stop to pay their respects, usually in hopes of a handout. “Katrina!” my mother’s voice called, summoning me from downstairs. ![]() It was in early summer of my eighteenth year that my destiny arrived, and despite my fancy for premonitions he took me quite by surprise. ![]()
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