"Insolent!" cried Milady; and as if acted upon by a spring, she bounded toward the baron, who awaited her attack with his arms crossed, but nevertheless with one hand on the hilt of his sword.
Ripők! - csattant fel milady, s mintha rugó pattantaná fel, a báró felé ugrott, aki összefont karral várta, de kezét kardmarkolatán nyugtatta.