“I wisht,” said Billy Bradford, standing, hands thrust deep in his trousers pockets, in the middle of the path, and looking across the broad river at the mountains beyond, “I wisht----” “William Wallace, come here,” called a voice from the door where the path ended. “It’s time for you to start with your uncle’s dinner.”…
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