" "Why not?" "I am a thief, a hunted man. Sheppard, falling on her knees. . . ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor.
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