It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. 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. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. And now, a fair exchange, Sir. It was a mad half-hour. That “entirely English” comment was said just to provoke me. "Not so, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan; "you are my prisoner.
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