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“brother kicked my shin to silence me. Neighbor Goad’s face deepened to purple. “Come again, mother-whelp?” “He’s tipsy, Mr. Goad, sir,” my brother muttered. “And green,” he added, pinching”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“nonfiction”
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“C. Calhoun, king of the South,” I said. My brother kicked my shin to silence me. Neighbor Goad’s face deepened to purple. “Come again, mother-whelp?” “He’s tipsy,”
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“nation”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“turn towards evil had come," she wrote, after hearing her brother damn the United States and the "falsely" elected president. It was”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“On the moonless night of April 14, 1865, days after a plot to blow up the White House failed, John Wilkes Booth killed President Abraham Lincoln. During the twelve days of his flight through the”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“Inc.”
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“things”
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“brother”
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“This”
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“husband's departure. I'd don britches and boots and ride far from this place, past the city into the woods. I'd not return 'til midnight passed, praying my brother's messengers would not land on my porch like nighthawks with more ciphers to decode: Men I met in shadow and prayed never to see again, the armed Rebels ordered to make themselves known to no one but me. Because my husband returned at all hours and slept like the dead 'til dawn, they passed in safety and silence.
And always, as I handed off the dispatches because I could not refuse”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“On the moonless night of April 14, 1865, days after a plot to blow up the White House failed, John Wilkes Booth killed President Abraham Lincoln. During the twelve days of”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“Tripathy,”
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“Cover”
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“If the Rebels catch me I could be hanged.”
― Jane Singer, Falcon: A Civil War Spy Fiction

“My brother killed Abraham Lincoln. That is my weight, my shame.”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“Had her brother lived to face a trial, Asia surely would have been charged, for Booth used her home as a safe house, taught her the Confederate cipher code and entrusted her with papers”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“Jane”
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“Asia”
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“means,”
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“he.”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“Sister was inspired by Asia Booth Clarke’s personal memoirs. Author, historical scholar and storyteller Jane Singer has masterfully imagined the family dynamics and intimate dilemmas that led to one of America’s most fateful crimes and left a sister’s life in shambles. JANE SINGER is a Civil War scholar and nonfiction author (“The Confederate”
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“more.”
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“little”
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“was held captive in my home. I should have told the soldiers who came with guns drawn and bayonets at the ready this true thing: I might have stopped him, for I harbored him and kept his secrets. I was a pie safe locked tight and guilty as he. ——— Asia Booth Clarke was thirty years old and pregnant with her first child when Union soldiers and Federal detectives stormed her Maryland home in search of her assassin-brother.”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister

“Books”
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“damn”
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“plots for the destruction of the United States government.
"A desperate turn towards evil had come," she wrote, after hearing her brother damn the United States and”
― Jane Singer, Booth's Sister