The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. “I’ve gotta go. She's my mealticket. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud.
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