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He felt her relaxation and let go of her wrists. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. She fidgeted and looked away. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. 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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