Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. God help me. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. He was an odd one, especially for a young man. "But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself.
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