Nothing has gone wrong here?" "Nothing whatever," replied Ireton. Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. Abruptly the sterner look vanished and she twinkled. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale.
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