she crossed the room as the last sheet slid onto the tray and lifted the report . it was difficult to make out his expression in the shadow of his hat and the dark , murky porch-so difficult she considered turning on the light . another hard hit sent me flying forwards . but was her debt large enough to do what these people wanted and give up her life ? my eyes are still closed , and my arm is still underneath her . `` was n't this guy stabbed to death last week ? '' 