With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. Wished to see you. "Ha! say you so? You must be looked to.
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