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She was unusually pale, and her eyes were brilliant. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. ” She had a moment of sheer panic at the thing she had done. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled her with a crack. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. Mr. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. ‘Do not be alarmed, Jacques.
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