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” Courtlaw turned abruptly to Brendon. I don’t conceal it. This is part of a dream— some evil fancy. ” He scarcely saw her face again. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. Jackson, I could almost fancy we had met before. It was a curious sight to see how this extraordinary woman, who, it has been said, was not less remarkable for the extreme delicacy of her features, and the faultless symmetry of her figure, than for her wonderful strength and agility, conducted herself in the present encounter; with what dexterity she parried every blow aimed against her by her adversary, whose head and face, already marked by various ruddy streams, showed how successfully her own hits had been made; —how she drew him hither and thither, now leading him on, now driving him suddenly back; harassing and exhausting him in every possible way, and making it apparent that she could at any moment put an end to the fight, and only delayed the finishing stroke to make his punishment the more severe. When she was done she checked the patio door and carried his body into the garage, burying his remains next to the ten year old girl he had raped and killed last autumn, whose bones were starting to show in small areas where the maggots had feasted. “I am afraid,” he said gravely, “that your sister has been a little indiscreet.
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