I felt for my dagger in my bosom, as I answered: "Very good! Have

you weapons?"

"Hickory! You see! a moderate axe-handle, that'll make its sentiments

understood You are warned; you see what you are to expect. I will

not take you in. Are you ready for a scratch ?"

"Allons!" I replied indifferently. The truth is, my bosom was full

of a recklessness of a far more sweeping character than his own.

I was in the mood for strife. It promised only the more thoroughly

to prepare me for the darker trial which was before me, and which

my secret soul was meditating all the while with an intense and

gloomy tenacity of purpose.




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