She flew up from her stool and faced the door. She was faint from hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood madness readying for battle. The sharp point of the sword at the girl’s throat bit sideways. “Dear me, what a relief! If I had had any nerves that man would have trampled upon them long ago. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house.
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