He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops.
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