Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. She screamed at Sebastian. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. "Not as I loved mine. Something about this woman rather reminds me of our hostess. 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.
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