But the indecision,
which had been fatal to his race, was fatal to him. With each step his
heartbeat increased exponentially. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. The houses were older, the
shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the
crowd, the street-like air was the same. She saw it, and checked without thinking. Then his beard was of a reddish hue, and his complexion warm
and sanguine. “Stop!” He ran towards her.
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