“Well?” she said. Something in his tone pinched her heart. It developed into a sort of secret and private bad manners. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. 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. The cart, meantime, had approached the fatal tree. "Let him alone," said Trenchard authoritatively, "I have another question to propose. Now, Sir. But a man is a mixed creature.
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