His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. “Have you never met a suitable wife? What is wrong with getting married and having children as Mike and Shari have done? I should love to think. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. She knew now that he never would.
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