Heard of your last escape. She thought she had hidden well from him. She watched the captain tuck the pistol back in his pocket, and perch on the edge of the big desk. The other was to go into business—into a photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. 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. Then it came to her with a shock, as an extraordinary oversight, that she could never tell Manning about Ramage—never.
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