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Then the lock of the connecteing door to my room was softly tried.

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"Then, after a long, dreary interval, and prefaced by a fresh creaking of stairs and corridor, there came that soft, damnably unmistakable sound which seemed like a malign fulfilment of all my apprehensions. Without the least shadow of a doubt, the lock on my hall door was being tried— cautiously, furtively, tentatively—with a key." (p80)

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In the darkness every faint noise of the night seemed magnified132, and a flood of doubly unpleasant thoughts swept over me. I was sorry I had put out the light, yet was too tired to rise and turn it on again.

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After a time I seemed to hear the stairs and corridors creak at intervals as if with footsteps, and wondered if the other rooms were beginning to fill up. There were no voices, however, and it struck me that there was something subtly furtive about the creaking. Then, after a long, dreary interval, and prefaced by a fresh creaking of stairs and corridor, there came that soft, damnably unmistakable sound which seemed like a malign fulfilment of all my apprehensions 133. Without the least shadow of a doubt, the lock on my hall door was being tried— cautiously, furtively, tentatively—with a key.

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Then, after a long, dreary interval, and prefaced by a fresh creaking of stairs and corridor, there came that soft, damnably unmistakable sound which seemed like a malign fulfilment of all my apprehensions Without the least shadow of a doubt, the lock on my hall door was being tried— cautiously, furtively, tentatively—with a key.

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"Without the least shadow of a doubt, the lock on my hall door was being tried"

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"Maounds o’ the dead an’ the dyin’ . . . shots an’ screams . . . shaoutin’ in Ol’ Squar an’ Taown Squar an’ New Church Green " (p64)

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old Zadok’s insane earnestness and horror
had communicated to me a mounting unrest which joined with
my earlier sense of loathing for the town and its blight of intangible shadow.

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In the darkness every faint noise of the night seemed magnified132, and a flood of doubly unpleasant thoughts swept over me. I was sorry I had put out the light, yet was too tired to rise and turn it on again.

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Another thing that disturbed me was the absence of a bolt on the door of my room. One had been there, as marks clearly shewed, but there were signs of recent removal. No doubt it had become

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Page 80: “Nevertheless the change in the menace from vague premonition to immediate reality was a profound shock and fell upon me with the force of a genuine blow. It never once occurred to me that the fumbling might be a mere mistake. Malign purpose was all I could think of, and I kept deathly quiet, awaiting the would-be intruder’s next move.”

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End of part VII (6)
But now Zadok was shaking me, and I turned back to watch the melting of that fear-frozen face into a chaos of twitch-ing eyelids and mumbling gums. Presently his voice came back—albeit as a trembling whisper.

End part VIII (7)

Drowsiness, however, did not come; and when I stopped to analyse my thoughts I found to my disquiet that I was really unconsciously listening for something—listening for something which I dreaded but could not name.

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Down unpaved side streets I saw the black, gaping windows of deserted hovels, many of which leaned at perilous and incredible angles through the sinking of part of the foundations. Those windows stared so spectrally7 0 that it took courage to turn eastward toward the waterfront. Cer- tainly, the terror of a deserted house swells in geometrical rather than arithmetical progression as houses multiply to form a city of stark desolation

Sebastian.