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girl Delia could be, pretty—according to river standdards, which he questioned—dropping down alone, pursued by strange men, and then shooting one and pirating his cruiser.
Anywhere else, his poetic temperament would have rebelled against that strong-arm kind of a girl, but down here on Old Mississip', with its rebellious women, it sounded almost natural and according to caving banks, lonesome bends, Mrs. Haney, and the jumping-off place.
