With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point
swishing up towards her. The stain upon our family is only half effaced: I have sworn
the death of the villain and his bastard, and I will keep my oath. "I'll make sure work
this time," he added, about to repeat the blow. So, let's think
no more about it. His next
occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. In the hall below she could
hear his firm voice giving quick commands to the servants. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. He
drew both his pistols, and prepared for a desperate encounter. Clearing the recess the instant
after his companion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took
out the key.
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