Grace, confidence, the power of movement even, seemed gone from her. "But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. Besides, I would tear out my tongue rather than let it speak her mother's infamy. John’s demeanor shifted. They moved fast. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. I do not blame you for the act. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun.
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