You get the idea. For a moment he believed this merely a new phase of the dream. . The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. Cocking the gun. “I have the right to be here. She turned back to Gerald, holding out her hand. “They seem smaller, you know, even physically smaller,” she said. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. But he could only discern a black and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at a little distance, which, to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutely standing still. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. Wood's boat bearing up towards him. Wood. Maybe later.
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