“She sat down, reaching mechanically for her napkin, and scanned the luscious menu with unseeing eyes. When the food came, she ate without tasting, watching the door. But he did not come. He must, she thought with a sick disappointment that surprised her, be dining at his own hotel. She felt drained and empty; suspended in that soul-destroying vacuum between the knowledge that drastic action is necessary, and the moment when the first move has to be made. Between the acting of a drea...dful thing. And the first motion . . . and here she was, caught in the fantastic interim, in a dream made more hideous by the doubts that, in retrospect, assailed her. What if she should be mistaken? What if there was, after all, nothing wrong? And what, in fact, did she imagine could be wrong? The unlikely phantoms mocked her; Gillian alive . . . Gillian hidden away somewhere, somehow . . .MoreLessRead More Read Less
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