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. Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon and headed for the back stairs. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. An ancient smile lay on his lips. Or, if you must take off my clothes, don't dash cold water on my head.
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