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e tour guides -- my great-grandfather Gravier and later my grandfather Pops -- as they went through th The Resident of the Hermitage. You're used to people being paid to do it, aren't you? he asked. So at Haiti the slaves reached their paradise, and all were sold into that hell, and none will live a year.
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