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"I find I was in error. 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. It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once. The walls were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid across joint-stools. Why not kill her here, and leave silently, the way he must have come? Could it be that he had not the intention to kill her? En tout cas, it gave her a chance. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her.
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