Who is to say that I am not André Valade, an obscure relation of the late vicomte. Just speak the word," he added, drawing the knife significantly across his throat, "and I'll put it out of his power to do the same by your second. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. He has a way of sitting on people. Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo.
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