Jeanne whirled around, ready to throw in the Aude, to wrest from her hands a dagger or stiletto. Madame de Neira stood before her, pale as a shroud. The only weapon she had in her hands was a clasp. She stammered: - Good heavens ... I am sorry for your embarrassment. These fasteners are dangerous! Let me see. Now, when the fear has passed, Jeanne felt even more pain between the shoulder blades. She felt along the spine poured a trickle of blood. whether this is done deliberately Aude de Neira? Why?
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