His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket.
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