There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. A Madame Valade and her husband. “Don’t you have a wife? Where are your children?” She asked. There was no one to be seen. "I knew that would bring him to," thought Wild. "I will have no satisfaction but his life. " "Well said, Jack," cried Figg. linked image back linked image back MADEMOISELLE AT ARMS Elizabeth Bailey © 2011 by Elizabeth Bailey All rights reserved.
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