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Blanche knew better than to make any mystery of the situation when she encountered Lightning. She knew it was a moment when frankness alone was possible. For the old man laid bare his soul to her in the words of his greeting.
"You got her mare," he had cried, at sight of the pinto, in tones that were unforgettable. "Wher' is she? I want her, that pore, sick kid."