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The Sun Of Quebec

CHAPTER XII
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Willet had no hope.

I wass sorry, sorry in my soul for David.

He loved you as a son, Robert, and the blow wass one from which he could never have recovered.

When all hope wass gone he and Tayoga plunged into the forest, partly I think to forget, and I suppose they have been risking the hair on their heads every day in battle with the French and Indians." "It is certain that they won't shirk any combat," said Robert.

"Valiant and true! No one was ever more valiant and true than they are!" "It iss so, and there wass another who took it hard, very hard.


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