“I thank you for your advice,” she said. And then you go—and half throttle me. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. It is not for myself I fear. Indeed it was apparent, from the likeness between them, that they were nearly related. Everything was blurred.
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