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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. He could not possibly lunge in the confined space, and so had nothing to do but back himself into the chapel as fast as he could. He must know she’ll be at a convent. The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers! The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully toward the sound. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed. "Rowland," she rejoined, "you strive in vain to terrify me into compliance with your wishes. “Stop! Stop telling me these things at once! We should stay in the Palazzo! I must protect my ancestral home!” Gianfrancesco exclaimed. ’ ‘It is you who will get the head blown off,’ threatened the young lady fiercely. His movements became quicker, and she made grinding motions with her hips that began to please her as well. Love—admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me.
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