Her blood spurted into his mouth and he drank. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. “It was perhaps my fault. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. .
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