I owe you nothing," he went on, "and expect nothing of you; and it would be no more than justice if I should avenge upon you my mother's wrongs and my own. But still I hate to shoot you; I have never yet taken human life — for I did not kill the old... The North Carolina Roots of African American Literature: An Anthology - Page 247 edited by - 2006 - 328 pages Limited preview -
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