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‘Don’t concern yourself. " "What is it?" asked Thames. At last—I told a story. 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 climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder.
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