“You will have some tea?” she asked. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. " He departed, musing. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned.
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