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. She had the same sharp nose—which, indeed, only Ann Veronica, of all the family, had escaped. Besides, it was under false pretences. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable. "Why do you laugh?" he asked. ’ Her lashes fluttered. A dozen books lay upon the counterpane. " "How so?" asked Thames. “I knew you would feel it,” said Miss Miniver, as they came away flushed and heated. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench.
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