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know that?” The old man ruminated. “Last time or two I've been here I could tell things were getting wrong. What's the trouble now?” She answered, smiling, “I've probably talked too much already. What you'll certainly hear, though, is that Mr. Curtis O'Keefe arrived this morning.” “Oh no! – not him.” Albert Wells' face showed genuine concern. “If that one gets his hands on this place

dull things in books. Raising good cotton, riding well, shooting straight, dancing lightly, and drinking like a gentleman were the things that mattered. Their family had more money, more horses, more slaves than anyone else in the County, but the boys had less grammar than most of their neighbors. They had just been expelled from the University of Georgia, the fourth university that had thrown them out in two years; and their older brothers,