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There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. Her heart full of dread, she dragged on it. Not I. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. They are their mother’s sons.
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