"Yes, your son, Madam. ” “Why? What did Missy ever do to piss her off? What did I do?” Lucy asked, growing defensive. 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. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance.
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