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The Story.* Weighed down yet upheld by their generations, observed by rows of ancestors in bleak oils, slowly being embalmed in a portentous, self-righteous genealogy by their last and most sterile scion, live the Pentlands of "Pentlands" on the Massachusetts coast. There have been Pentland shopkeepers, witch-burners, privateers; shrewd makers and hoarders of money and family tradition. Now the Pentlands are old John, a rugged figure with a wild red mare and a study smelling of woodsmoke, dogs, apples and whiskey;...
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