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Unformatted text preview: e you locked that child in the attic?" said I. "And is this Cortland's girl, or is that some baseless lie you dreamed up to rattle and disconcert my family?" "You miserable scoundrel," Tobias declared, stepping forward and nearly losing his balance at the top of the steps. "Don't you come near my door. Get off my property. You spawn of Satan. Yes, it was Cort- land who ruined my Barbara Ann. She died in my arms. And it was Cortland, Cortland who did it. That child is a witch such as you'll never see, and as long as I have breath in my body, she'll make no more LASHER witches out of herself and out of you and out of all that went before you." That was twice as much as I needed to hear. I went straight up the steps, and both old fools rushed at me. I stopped and raised my voice: "Come now, my Lasher," I cried. "Make the way for me." Both men fell back in terror. Stella gave a gasp of amazement. But the wind did come, as it always had, when I needed it most, when my...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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