His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. Her mouth dry, she made her feet walk on, not daring to utter a word. They took their places at a distant table. “How ridiculous! Fancy you with all that money! For heaven’s sake, though, do not go about playing the Don Quixote like this. The constable, Sharples, is in my pay.
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