White,” she remarked. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her 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. She loved him. He took up his hat and went. This was automatically rather than thoughtfully done; habit.
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