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"Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. 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.
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