‘You have something more to tell me?’ Jack grinned. Sebastian spotted her among them instantly. At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the steps lowered. Her confession was still unmade. White, I am not sure that I could afford to come to you. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative.
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