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[last lines]
Pocahontas: Mother, now I know where you live.
John Rolfe: [reading letter] "13th of April, 1616. Dear son, I write this so that someday in the future you might understand a circumstance which shall be but a far memory to you. Your dear mother, Rebecca, fell ill in our outward passage at Gravesend. She gently reminded me that all must die. 'Tis enough, she said, that you our child, should live.'"
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Mary: He's left you, Princess. He told you a pack of lies. Forget about him.
Larry T. Pourier
Extended Reading
