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The Children of Blood

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The Children of Blood

James, Betty Payne.
Appalachian Review , Volume 9 (2) – Jan 8, 1981
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\ ^ /rfS*"^! s? &$j$% *4fl ? C-* \W "*W ·f I / ?·?? ¦<-. H si SABINA by Betty Payne James The Yankee cried out. I saw that it was against his will, even unconscious as he was, for he clenched his teeth against the force of it and seemed to try to strangle the cry in his throat. Dr. Mullens looked up at me, and Grumpa turned away from the bed, limping back over to sink down in the rocker again. The Ramsey woman just sat there looking her hatred straight ahead, and I felt his agony running all the way up through my body, so that my hands shook, trying to hold the candle steady. "The horse fell on him?" "Yes," I said, and we should have killed him as he lay in the road, but it would have been murder then, that despairing knowledge of murder in Andy's eyes turning me desperate. Overwhelmed too with the image of Hazlitt. "I imagine you are aware of my limitations, Miss Kincaid." He motioned with one hand for withdrawal of the candle light, and I saw how his hand shook in the motion. Worse than Grumpa's, though

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Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1981

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