’ He stared at the point, glanced at the fallen sword imprisoned by her foot, and only just looked back at her weapon in time to see it thrust at him again. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. I often think of those delightful evenings in Paris.
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