Sheppard, and regarding her with an insolent and threatening glance. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. 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. "To—to—no matter what," returned the widow distractedly.
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