He felt his fate come upon him, the jagged tear of separation from his home. And yet, in his exile from the familiar company of all that he had known,
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... and you are sure you are not cutting up books with a value?
Poor Mr. Whittier. His boyhood memories ripped away, four ragged edges mark the boundaries of his world.
Is that Abe Lincoln's fat brother?
TFE- That is John Greenleaf Whittier, and he may be coming for you after that remark...
Yikes! Was not expecting malevolent scissors. Finding the book itself most intriguing, and I'm sorry, but I am still laughing at TFE's comment.
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