Arthur wanted to hold onto something - the bars of the boxing arena, maybe, or his pocket watch, or something. He settled for pressing his hands deep into the pockets of his coat, feeling his pocketwatch and his coinpurse and the lint in the bottom of his pockets. There had to be some way to salvage this, to salvage everything - he only had to think of how to undig his own grave.
He didn't hear the woman's words - it was as if there was a rush of sound in his head instead - but rather heard a voice directed at him, like he was underwater and hearing someone shouting above the surface. Art turned towards her, wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, what?" he said.
He didn't hear the woman's words - it was as if there was a rush of sound in his head instead - but rather heard a voice directed at him, like he was underwater and hearing someone shouting above the surface. Art turned towards her, wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, what?" he said.
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