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Sheppard let fall her basket. "I am innocent, f have stolen nothing. ‘Seems to me like you know just about as much as me. I’m sorry. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. 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. ’ ‘Ah, but I’m thinking as how this here house ain’t the best spot for an operation of that kind, missie,’ explained the sergeant, and Melusine noted that his men exchanged anguished glances. Seizing her hand he covered it with kisses. ‘Gérard, do not go,’ she cried, breathless. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. Sheppard made an effort to speak, but her voice was choked by emotion.
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