In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. You have only to look resolute and proceed upon your way.
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