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The
next
day
she
was
very
quiet
.
Not
a
word
.
I
got
the
planks
up
and
everything
ready
and
sure
enough
she
showed
she
was
all
ready
when
she
had
had
her
walk
(
all
in
silence
that
time
)
.
So
I
gagged
and
corded
her
and
took
her
upstairs
and
she
had
her
bath
and
then
she
came
out
and
put
her
hands
out
at
once
to
be
tied
again
and
for
the
gag
.
I
always
went
out
of
the
kitchen
first
with
my
hand
on
her
just
in
case
,
but
there
was
a
step
there
,
I
fell
over
it
once
myself
,
perhaps
that
was
it
,
when
she
fell
it
seemed
natural
,
and
natural
that
the
brushes
and
bottles
and
things
she
carried
in
a
towel
(
her
hands
were
done
in
front
,
so
she
always
carried
things
up
against
her
front
)
should
all
fall
out
with
a
noise
on
the
path
.
She
got
up
all
innocent
,
bending
and
rubbing
her
knees
and
like
a
proper
fool
I
knelt
down
to
pick
the
stuff
up
.
Of
course
I
kept
a
hand
on
her
dressing
-
gown
,
but
I
took
my
eyes
off
her
which
was
fatal
.
The
next
thing
I
knew
was
I
got
a
terrible
blow
on
the
side
of
the
head
.
Luckily
it
missed
my
head
,
my
shoulder
or
rather
my
coat
-
collar
took
the
force
.
Anyway
I
fell
sideways
,
half
to
try
and
escape
the
next
attack
.
I
was
off
balance
and
couldn
’
t
reach
at
her
arms
,
though
I
still
held
on
to
her
dressing
-
gown
.
I
could
see
her
with
something
in
her
hands
,
I
suddenly
knew
it
was
the
old
odd
-
jobs
axe
;
I
used
it
in
the
garden
only
that
morning
where
a
branch
came
away
off
one
of
the
old
apple
trees
with
the
wind
the
night
before
.
I
knew
like
in
a
flash
I
had
slipped
at
last
.
Left
it
out
on
the
sill
of
the
kitchen
window
and
she
must
have
spotted
it
.
Just
one
mistake
,
and
you
lose
everything
.
For
a
moment
she
had
me
at
her
mercy
,
it
was
a
miracle
she
didn
’
t
do
me
in
.
She
struck
down
again
and
I
only
half
got
my
arm
up
and
I
felt
a
terrible
gashing
blow
in
the
temple
,
it
made
my
head
ring
and
the
blood
seemed
to
gush
out
at
once
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
I
did
it
,
instinct
I
suppose
,
but
I
kicked
out
sideways
and
twisted
and
she
fell
sideways
,
nearly
on
me
,
I
heard
the
axe
hit
the
stone
.
I
got
my
hand
on
it
and
tore
it
away
and
threw
it
on
the
grass
and
then
I
got
her
hands
before
she
could
tear
the
gag
off
,
that
was
her
game
.
Well
we
had
another
fight
,
only
a
few
seconds
,
she
must
have
decided
it
was
no
good
,
she
’
d
had
her
chance
and
missed
it
,
she
suddenly
stopped
fighting
and
I
got
her
in
her
door
and
down
.
I
was
rough
,
I
was
feeling
very
bad
,
the
blood
pouring
down
my
face
.
I
pushed
her
in
,
and
she
gave
me
a
very
queer
look
before
I
slammed
the
door
and
got
the
bolts
home
.
I
didn
’
t
care
about
her
cords
and
the
gag
.
Teach
her
a
lesson
,
I
thought
.
Well
upstairs
I
went
and
washed
it
,
I
thought
I
was
going
to
faint
when
I
saw
my
face
,
there
was
blood
everywhere
.
However
I
was
very
lucky
,
the
axe
wasn
’
t
all
that
sharp
and
it
glanced
off
my
head
,
it
looked
a
horrible
jagged
wound
but
it
wasn
’
t
deep
.
I
sat
a
long
time
with
a
cloth
pressed
on
it
.
I
never
thought
I
could
stand
blood
like
I
did
,
I
really
surprised
myself
that
evening
.
Of
course
I
was
bitter
about
it
.
If
I
hadn
’
t
felt
a
bit
faint
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
wouldn
’
t
have
done
.
It
was
just
about
the
straw
that
broke
the
camel
’
s
back
,
as
the
saying
is
,
and
certain
ideas
did
come
into
my
mind
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
mightn
’
t
have
done
if
she
’
d
kept
on
as
before
.
Still
,
that
’
s
neither
here
nor
there
now
.
The
next
morning
I
went
down
,
I
still
had
a
headache
,
I
was
ready
to
get
really
nasty
if
she
was
,
but
you
could
have
knocked
me
down
with
the
feather
,
the
first
thing
she
did
was
to
stand
up
and
ask
me
how
my
head
was
.
I
knew
by
the
way
she
asked
that
she
was
trying
to
be
different
.
Kind
.
I
’
m
lucky
not
to
be
dead
,
I
said
.
