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‘They weren’t no soldiers. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree
stump. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!”
He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. "I might now send you on a similar journey!" replied Jonathan, with a bitter
smile, and preserving the unmoved demeanour he had maintained throughout;
"but I prefer conveying you, in the first instance, to Newgate. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold
of a West African trader. I am not afraid that you may try to make love to me. He might spend the rest of his days at
McClintock's in perfect security. How she had hated it!… All these
mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her
brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die brokenhearted.
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