拉尔夫·德·布里克萨特从椅子上向前跌坐在地上，哭泣着，在深红色的地毯上蜷缩成鲜红的一团，如同一滩刚刚流淌出来的鲜血，他把脸埋在臂弯中，双手抓着自己的头发。

Ralph DE Bricassart fell forward out of the chair and wept, huddled on the crimson carpet in a scarlet 44 pool like new blood, his face hidden in his folded arms, his hands clutching at his hair.

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德·布里克·萨特从椅子上向前跌坐在地上，哭泣着，在深红色的地毯上蜷缩成鲜红的一团，如同一滩刚刚流淌出来的鲜血，他把脸埋在臂弯中，双手抓着自己的头发。

Ralph DE Bricassart fell forward out of the chair and wept, huddled on the crimson carpet in a scarlet 44 pool like new blood, his face hidden in his folded arms, his hands clutching at his hair.

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