His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. That’s probably true. Above the housetops it was different. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement.
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