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She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. She cried out with the pain of it. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. That there Frenchie didn’t look any too friendly to me. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. Which were perfectly true, as Gerald was aware. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat.
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