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She sprang back "Oh, do not!" she cried "Oh, do not!" And, dropping

the dagger, she covered her face with her hands, and burst into weeping

He stooped coolly, and, after groping so which it had fallen He put it into the sheath,

and not until he had done that did he speak Then it ith a sneer

"I have no need to fear overmuch," he said "You are a poor hater,

Madame And poor haters make poor lovers 'Tis his loss! If you will

not strike a blow for hi left Go, dream of

hi his shoulders contemptuously, he turned on his heel