He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. Diane Vorsack tried to disguise the fact that she was livid, her daughter’s buffoonery having driven off the prestigious dinner guests before the after-dinner drinks could be served. 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 deserved that, Melusine. It was clear she wanted to get away from home, that she was impatient to get away from home. ” He cried traitorously. The struggle was brief, and Gerald stepped aside, the pistol in his possession, while the girl Melusine stood trembling and glaring. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged furniture. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?” “No right at all,” he admitted. Lucy replied, \"My hair has a mind of its own. The child was still safe. I will endeavour. Spurling, you're a witness to the bet.
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