2/51 Heliobas spoke; he was coldly calm, and balanced his sword lightly on his open hand as if it were a toy. Instead of respecting the sacredness of my solitude under the circumstances, he thrust himself rudely into my presence, and, before I could address him, struck me violently in the face, and accused me of being my sister's murderer. Such conduct can only meet with one reply. I gave him his choice of weapons: he chose swords. Our combat has just begun--we are anxious to resume it; therefore if you, mademoiselle, will have the goodness to retire---" I interrupted him. |