‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you. "I suppose it didn't drop through the ceiling, did it? Are you quite sure it's flesh and blood?" asked he, playfully pinching its arm till it cried out with pain. Madame Valade was that kind of woman. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage.
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