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 was finally dead, going to Hell. It feels like I’ve got a snake of mucus stuffing my entire throat, just one big solid rope. . At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. She was thinking fast now, all her senses on the alert. I have slept with it under my pillow. ’ Oh, do they? No kitchen service? No feeding of pigs? It was evident that this woman knew nothing of nuns, if a certain young lady’s artless reminiscences were anything to go by. The metrical irregularity is intentional, because I want, as it were, to put you apart: to change the lilt and the mood altogether when I speak of you. I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again. .
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