” “Nor I,” said Ann Veronica. 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. "I don't think he would," acquiesced the carpenter. Without a word, without a sign, Enschede started toward the beach, where his proa waited. "Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper.
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