The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches. It was not as bad a wound as she had at first thought, and the blood was only oozing now. She heard him come in; the light burned on. I have tried taking a little blood from various donors. Can you wonder that I expect you to fulfil yours?” “I am not aware,” she answered, “that I have ever failed in doing so. She turned there and beckoned. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter.
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