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<i> "Kiss her lad!" bellowed some drunken lout; and then as taut as a spring snaps, I jerked the dagger from my bosom and sprang at Francois. My act was too quick for those slow-witted clowns even to comprehend, much less prevent. My dagger was sheathed in his pig's heart before he realized I had struck, and I yelped with mad glee to see his stupid expression of incredulous surprise...