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He put down the knife and came to the open door to talk.

She told me to put the knife down and I did.

We just got the knife out and set to work.

At long last they had a face to go with the knife.

But one thing she could do, with a knife in hand.

But I had to use a knife to cut out her heart.

A moment later he was back, in his hand a knife.

He's got to think of the person under his knife as a thing.

Now the knife was two feet above the level of his head.

One man already had what looked to be a long knife in his hand.

If he let go of the knife, everyone could be friends.

Why did I know the little man had a knife?

Nearly two hours later the other man turned up again, his knife well in evidence.

What you can do is make certain of war to the knife.

Do you think I want anyone coming after me with a knife?

Nothing for him but to take the knife and end himself.

He put the knife down, trying to clear his mind.

The first thing I did was take his knife away.

"Not such a risk when you put the knife in the hands of a woman."

My hand went up, though now I held no knife.

She hit him again, but still he held on to the knife.

I'd seen a man come at me with a knife.

She gave me a knife when I was only five.

I put the knife into her right hand and went out.

To have his blood on me, and the knife in my hands.