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He saw her sitting in here and scooping ice-cream into her mouth, or maybe handfuls of half-congealed chicken gravy with a Pepsi chaser, simply eating and drinking in a deep depressed daze. There were maybe half a dozen jars and cans on it. I want to finish my book in relative peace. Still, he'd better get back to the safety of his room. Guy was actually trying to do you a favor. He felt more and more convinced that her eyes, which appeared to move, were actually just painted on, and they moved no more than the eyes of portraits which appear to follow you to wherever you move in the room where they hang. He wrote undisturbed for the next four hours ? until the points on all three of the pencils she had sharpened for him were written flat ? and then he rolled himself back to the bed, got in, and went easily off to sleep. in 1882
