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 could feel her face turning beet red. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning.
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