There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. "Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. It will serve you out if I give her dagger back to mademoiselle, so that she can plunge it right into your chest.
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