Perfect little devils! Whoever gets them in the eyes is blinded for life.

It is as though she were throwing flames." She herself was less complicated in her measures of defense.

She had her revolver, a species of firearms which she managed to keep hidden just as certain insects hide their sting, without knowing certainly when it might be necessary to draw it forth.

And if she could not avail herself of that, she always relied on her hatpin.
"Just look at it!...

With what gusto I could pierce the heart of many a person!..." And she showed him a kind of hidden poniard, a keen, triangular stiletto of genuine steel, capped by a large glass pearl that served as its hilt.
"Among what kind of people are you living!" murmured the practical voice in Ferragut's interior.