What of that?" "Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'. ” He made a little noise in his throat as if something had cried out within him, and for a time they were both too full for speech. His shirt also was unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an ox, and a chest which might have served as a model for a Hercules. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. Did he intend to kill her now, this instant? Or had she a moment or two to try to save herself? Recalling Leonardo’s dictum, she did not struggle, for that would only tighten the trap about her, and perhaps even spring it. Every one looked at Anna.
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