[ she sputters. she shook her head and took a single step to left, as if that would ever be enough to avoid these little attacks. but there, at the hem of her dress, her slipper'd toe touched the fallen pistol. she knows where it is. ]
Have you no honour? Will you not take an enemy's surrender? I ask for a truce--
no subject
Have you no honour? Will you not take an enemy's surrender? I ask for a truce--