A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. Fear nothing. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me.
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