And he had written: This day was Accus'd Rich'd. my Bro. of robbing us of our Jewells. He protests he knows Naught & my Mthr. believes him as doth Emily. Has a true Heart, Emily. Horrid Confusion & my Fthr. Confound'd. Impatiently I turned over the pages, raging to read the end, my heart pounding and fluttering. Two nights since dy'd Scipio, son of old Shooba's wife, the which did send for me
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