She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. . ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. ” She looked around the apartment again. They all left the room. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. 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. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. They were the same. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm.
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