They confronted each other, barely feet apart, neither apparently any longer aware of anyone else in the room. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think about him, and fail to get away from him? “It isn’t all of me. But at the beginning of the affray, when he thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns to remark his absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose of avoiding the engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), but because he had another object in view. He whispered in her ear. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Though the starling was more than two feet above the level of the water, he alighted with his little charge—which he had never for an instant quitted—in safety upon it. He noted an ebony cane laid close to hand, which suggested she was able to get about. She dropped the manuscripts and swiftly brought the coat to him, noting that a button hung loose. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone.
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