Madariaga was chasing Karl, knife in hand, stumbling over everything that blocked his way.

Only his son-in-law dared to stop him and disarm him.
"That shameless pedigreed fellow!" bellowed the livid old man as he writhed in Desnoyers' firm clutch.

"Half famished, all he thinks he has to do is to come to my house and take away my daughters and dollars.
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