Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play with words. " The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. ‘Jacques! This—this bête he attacks me, and you stand there and you do nothing.
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