Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 151
was over in a second. My uncle was too old and feeble to be a matchfor the wiry little warrior in leather. As they separated, my uncle seemed to bewounded, for he staggered an instant, and thenfell backward, staining the cloth like an overturnedbottle of red ink. You scoundrel! I cried, starting… … * BEFORE I COULD INTERFERE THEY WERE FIGHTINGFOR THEIR LIVES. Trancastro ! I exclaimed — that was myuncle ! Explain ! — I can not understand ! Do you know what dnax is ? he asked, as hewiped his sword on a napkin. No! I shouted. Then you could nH understand, he said,mournfully shaking his head.…
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