In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. “Thank you—and good-bye. Is this man Hill dead?” She shook her head. ” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. 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. Her head dipped deeply into the current, and she narrowly escaped being swamped.
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