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You’re in the west. “Ye only know him from the party, Susan? It’s Dearborn I mean. But everyone whose goods and chattel you’ve been sent to count will be there, and I think you’ll find all of them loyal Affiliation men, ready and eager to help. No more than cats change their spots, as we say.
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