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The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. The Jew got in first. McClintock stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup. He was in trouble and she could not help him; that was the ache in her heart. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. He may not know you’re in England, but if he has the smallest knowledge of your character, he must surely be expecting you. 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. How dare you use my name and sing my songs?” Anna looked at her sister in blank amazement.
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