"Not at all," persisted he, accepting as conversation what she meant as a stab.
It was cut and parry and stab as quick as eye could see or hand act.
Her poor old joints seemed to stab her, but she fought off the pain angrily.
She could scratch, kick, and bite—and stab too; but for stabbing she wanted a knife.
"Maybe some of our men at New Orleans have laid us open to such ...