In a momentary fury she seized and tore in pieces the study which remained upon the easel. Her mind turned and accused itself of having been cold and hard. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. ’ ‘No, no,’ the other lady assured her with a twinkle. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms.
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