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November, 1765

I run down the stairs and out the door, onto the front porch of Gillean, tears of rage searing , their horses' feet clattering upon the stones of the driveway I clutch the post and screao with the as if my chest will crack open from the pain

How I hate Cathy Randall in this moment! How I burn with envy of her in her happiness with her husband! I pressthat John Belden would die, so that Cathy ain visit her there, as often as ever before! Then I would see Robbie as often as I always have, even every day; I would not be left behind but included as always, close to Robbie, drinking in his nearness, filling again the erows inside me with every separation from him

They are so stupid, all of theroup

Even Cathy, who is e my life and even my heart! Little does she know that I a to Robbie; he will belong to me No matter what they all think, no matter what I must do-I will marry Robbie Stewart I wipetoward the inside of the house and the sound of