“I’m who you're looking for,” he said suddenly.
“What!” I exclaimed. “Oh, I beg your pardon.”
“I thought you knew,I’m afraid you'll have to come to this room with me.”
He stared at me thoughtfully — much more than thoughtfully . It was one of those rare looks with a quality of eternal death in it, that you may come across once in life. It faced — or seemed to face — the whole external death world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible feeling of fear.
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