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Van Gogh Sunflower
A minute later he was pouring out water from the old-fashioned jug intothe basin.Removing his coat，he rinsed the sleeve，carefully squeezing itout...... Ugh!The water was red now...... A tap on the door. He stood there frozen into immobility-staring. The door opened.A plump young woman-jug in hand. "Oh，excuse me，sir.Your hot water，sir." He managed to speak then. "Thank you......I've washed in cold......" Why had he said that?Immediately her eyes went to the basin. He said frenziedly:"I-I've cut my hand......" There was a pause-yes，surely a very long pause-before she said:"Yes，sir."
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She went out，shutting the door. Mr Cust stood as though turned to stone. He listened. It had come-at last...... Were there voices-exclamations-feet mounting the stairs? He could hear nothing but the beating of his own heart...... Then，suddenly，from frozen immobility he leaped into activity. He slipped on his coat，tiptoed to the door and opened it.No noises asyet except the familiar murmur arising from the bar. He crept down the stairs...... Still no one.That was luck.He paused at the foot of the stairs.Which waynow?
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