‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. I'm not interested in him. 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. "So it is," the doctor agreed. “Oh, I can’t thank you.
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