"At least I'll try," replied Jonathan, sarcastically. 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. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. "You've been quizzing my friend Kent, I perceive, in your Burlington Gate.
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