"At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the strand. A fortnight passed, then a month. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. Anna went out. You have taken my dagger. Her fingers opened and the weapon fell from her nerveless grasp. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. He had not had time to aim the pistol. They were drenched with water and suds.
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