“I say, you Frale!” she cried, holding it toward him, quivering with the ferocity she could no longer restrain, “leave here, or with this blood on my hand I’ll call all hell to curse you.”
Frale turned with bowed head and left her there.
“I say, you Frale!” she cried, holding it toward him, quivering with the ferocity she could no longer restrain, “leave here, or with this blood on my hand I’ll call all hell to curse you.”
Frale turned with bowed head and left her there.