“Read this, John. ‘You do not like it?’ ‘That is hardly the point. ’ 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. " In stepping across the room, some sharp point in the floor pierced his foot, and stooping to examine it, he found that the wound had been inflicted by a long rusty nail, which projected from the boards. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat. "Now, Mr. F.
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