Disengaging his right arm, Jonathan struck his victim a tremendous blow on the head with the bludgeon, that fractured his skull; and, exerting all his strength, threw him over the rails, to which he clung with the tenacity of despair. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. Decidedly this was imbecile. Gosse would have killed me, and perhaps in the fight I might kill him. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. Oh, you cannot escape from it.
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