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. “You’re so cute. It was no easy matter to determine her age, for, though she still retained a certain youthfulness of appearance, she had many marks in her countenance, usually indicating the decline of life, but which in her case were, no doubt, the result of constant and severe indisposition. You were very good. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. She had noticed a twenty year pattern emerging, and funny how opportunity seemed to strike just when she was getting truly anxious. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. It's a pity you wouldn't give me the prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home. I’ll give you, say, thirty-five guineas a week clear of expenses, and half of anything you earn above the two turns a night.
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