Not enough of them to make a difference. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. Silence! Then Anna clutched her companion’s arm. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. She is something different. He was tender with her as he had not been in years.
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