"Ah!" she screamed, seeing the uplifted weapon in Sheppard's hand, "don't hurt Thames—don't, dear Jack! If you want to kill somebody, kill me, not him. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. 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 is always on his person. That is not reasonable.
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