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| | The Return -- Chapter 15 (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-11-05) |
 | | Lawford, peeping between the blinds, looked down on the coachman, with reins hanging loosely from his red, squat-thumbed hand, seated in his tight livery and indescribable hat on the faded cushions. |
 | | "No, no," muttered Lawford, "I am coming; coming slowly." He paused to breathe, his hands trembling, his hair lank with sweat, and still with eyes wide open he descended against the phantom lurking in the darkness--an adversary that, if he should but close his lids, he felt would master sanity and imagination with its evil. |
 | | Quite deliberately, with candle held rigidly on a level with his eyes, Lawford pushed forward a pace or two into the airless, empty drawing-room, and grasped the handle of the door. |
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