He stalked her, he stared at her, he craved her, he sidled slinking and propitiatory and yet relentlessly toward her, until at last she awoke from the suffocating nightmare nearness of his approach, and lay awake in fear and horror listening to the unaccustomed sounds of the hotel. Probably she was married years ago and is now merely on the way to her husband's house. Lucilla clearly adored her betrothed, anyone could see that. At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. His tone was rough, almost threatening. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. And nearly all these things were fearfully ill-paid.
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