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money or farms or ranches? Is your friendship
only purchased by the highest bidder?”
“Jacob!” Mother Davis spoke sharply.
“That is enough!”
“You’re right!” Jacob said, with sharpness
of his own. “It is enough! Thank you for dinner.
I must be going.”
He stepped quickly to the door and almost
jerked it from its hinges as he left. Rachel
followed him out, her heart pounding in her
chest. He walked briskly away, and she called
after him. He stopped, but did not turn to face
her. She swallowed hard to get her voice to
work. She had to speak. The words and feelings
had welled up in her heart for so long, and if she
didn’t speak them after all of these years, she
knew she could never look herself in the mirror.
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