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Ann Veronica had one of her flashes of insight. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. We have both tried hard to develop it—you and I —and we have failed. To the Seven Cities of Refuge Jack proceeded. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. With a little sigh of happiness she accepted this new thing. And of course! She had a brilliant idea. It hadn’t even been called Kentucky back then when the Shawnee still hunted deer over mossy hills and the smoke from their fires could still inspire terror. But I will go.
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