‘Bête!’ Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow. "Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone,—"fear! Repeat that word again, and nothing shall save you. He ignored her protests in order to pursue some impressive line of his own. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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