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 lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. He drove to his apartment, a second floor studio he 120 was renting above a bakery. Though he walked by the side of the governor, he seldom exchanged a word with him, but appeared wholly absorbed in the contemplations inspired by a broadbowled Dutch pipe. “It’s—it’s a difficult question. ’ ‘Oh, you are, are you?’ said the nun, evidently not mollified, but she was forestalled. That would be an unkind twist of fate. Did he intend to kill her now, this instant? Or had she a moment or two to try to save herself? Recalling Leonardo’s dictum, she did not struggle, for that would only tighten the trap about her, and perhaps even spring it.
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