But in its stead—toward
morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime,
appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the
poet and the novelist in him. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. The latter took from his pocket
a small note-book and pencil. I don't care how lonesome it is. And Suzanne, even that she has behaved to me not at all
like a mother, would also not have said. 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. Can you lend
me some stuff?”
“You ARE a chap!” said Constance, and warmed only slowly from the idea of
dissuasion to the idea of help.
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