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“…his
stare into my face, through the glass and across the room, was as deep
and hard as then, but it quitted me for a moment during which I could
still watch it, see it fix successively several other things. On the
spot there came to me the added shock of a certitude that it was not for
me he had come there…”
(Henry James,
The Turn of the Screw)
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