The Perils Of A Spy
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One of the best things I ever did for my country was the day I murdered a Yankee soldier. In my defense, he was making vulgar comments about my family, my life, and what I stood for. What unraveled next was just part of the adventure.
I am Belle Boyd, and this is what happened next.
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