The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. She broke this promise when she told me that my mother was this Mary, and not Suzanne Valade at all. And a broken picture that was torn when I hit him with it.
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