She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. Gerald swore. ‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. “He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. “Martin, I don’t know what to say. ’ Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening.
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