| "'Do you not fear my betrayal of your secret?'"
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| "The South is conquered soil. I mean to blot it from the map."
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50
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| "'My sweet sister!'"
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60
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| "He leaned toward her in impulsive tenderness"
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130
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| "'I hurl the everlasting curse of a Nation——'"
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172
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| "'Take dat f'um yo' equal——'"
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232
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| "On the brink of the precipice, the mother trembled."
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306
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| "'The Fiery Cross of old Scotland's hills!'"
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