He listened to the thunder of the fall now mingling with the roar of the blast; and, driven almost frantic by what he heard and saw, he pushed with all his force against the stone. He seemed to charge her with the ruin of their situation. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. She was, by certain signs, charged with anger, but she saw upon the faces of these two young fools the look of angels and an ineffable kindness breathed upon her withered heart. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness.
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