You love it, and you can't buy what you love from me.

I don't care for life, and I would gladly die, to see your blood flow.

Look, it's flowing down your face; it's dripping from your hand, and there shall be more dripping soon.

On guard!" He suddenly attacked with a fierce energy, forcing Fournel back upon the wall.

He was not a first-class swordsman, but he had far more knowledge of the weapon than his opponent, and he had no scruple about using his knowledge.