She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever
they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning
low in the sconces. 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. Just beyond there would be her heart's desire. All this while he was arranging the medicines on the stand and jotting down his
instructions on a chart sheet. “Is everything okay?” His mother touched his
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shoulder gently, standing up.
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