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"
But
how
could
you
chop
off
a
curl
of
my
hair
with
a
sword
that
has
no
edge
?
"
"
No
edge
!
This
sword
will
shave
like
a
razor
.
Look
here
.
"
He
touched
the
palm
of
his
hand
with
the
blade
,
and
then
,
lifting
it
,
showed
her
a
thin
shaving
of
scarf
-
skin
dangling
therefrom
.
"
But
you
said
before
beginning
that
it
was
blunt
and
couldn
’
t
cut
me
!
"
"
That
was
to
get
you
to
stand
still
,
and
so
make
sure
of
your
safety
.
The
risk
of
injuring
you
through
your
moving
was
too
great
not
to
force
me
to
tell
you
a
fib
to
escape
it
.
"
She
shuddered
.
"
I
have
been
within
an
inch
of
my
life
,
and
didn
’
t
know
it
!
"
"
More
precisely
speaking
,
you
have
been
within
half
an
inch
of
being
pared
alive
two
hundred
and
ninety
-
five
times
.
"
"
Cruel
,
cruel
,
’
tis
of
you
!
"
"
You
have
been
perfectly
safe
,
nevertheless
.
My
sword
never
errs
.
"
And
Troy
returned
the
weapon
to
the
scabbard
.
Bathsheba
,
overcome
by
a
hundred
tumultuous
feelings
resulting
from
the
scene
,
abstractedly
sat
down
on
a
tuft
of
heather
.
