On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. " "If I thought so—" cried the knight fiercely; "but this is idle," he added, suddenly checking himself. ’ ‘You always were an old sobersides, even as a boy,’ retorted the major, who was close on thirty now, yet as ripe for excitement as he had been on receiving his first commission at sixteen. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up.
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