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Arms and the Woman

CHAPTER XIII
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Come, which do you love ?" A fury sprang to my head, and I said, "You have too much confidence in our patience.

I warn you that I have no fear of the sabres back of you." The same sabres leapt from their scabbards and fell stiffly against their owners' shoulders, instinctively.
"Has it come to this," said the Princess, a superb scorn in her eyes, "that my honor must needs be defended by strangers and aliens ?" For the briefest space her glance plunged into my eyes.

She moved toward the Prince.

"And you, sir, are to be my husband ?" "It is the will of the King," said the Prince, a mocking smile on his lips.
How I lusted for his blood! "And though my honor is doubtful," went on the woman I loved, "you still would marry me ?" "Your Highness," said the Prince, with a bow which entailed the sweeping of his hands, "I would marry you were your honor as--" "Hell!" roared Hillars in English.
But he was a moment too late.

My hands were around the throat of Prince Ernst of Wortumborg, and I was shaking him till his teeth chattered on each other like castanets.


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