” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. “Think of the mockery!” she said. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap.
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