Mr. ” “I don’t care. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which she grasped the comic side of life. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains.
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