"The manager says there is still some doubt. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. I overheard them planning your assassination. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. ‘Do not tell me he has escaped. He sat down beside her just as the room became darker.
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