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The
man
with
the
shade
became
aware
of
my
presence
for
the
first
time
,
and
threw
his
head
back
for
a
moment
,
and
sidewise
,
to
see
me
.
I
caught
a
momentary
glimpse
of
his
eyes
,
small
and
bright
and
inflamed
.
Then
he
began
to
cough
and
splutter
again
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
drink
?
"
said
the
man
with
the
withered
arm
,
pushing
the
beer
toward
him
.
The
man
with
the
shade
poured
out
a
glassful
with
a
shaking
hand
,
that
splashed
half
as
much
again
on
the
deal
table
.
A
monstrous
shadow
of
him
crouched
upon
the
wall
,
and
mocked
his
action
as
he
poured
and
drank
.
I
must
confess
I
had
scarcely
expected
these
grotesque
custodians
.
There
is
,
to
my
mind
,
something
inhuman
in
senility
,
something
crouching
and
atavistic
;
the
human
qualities
seem
to
drop
from
old
people
insensibly
day
by
day
.
The
three
of
them
made
me
feel
uncomfortable
with
their
gaunt
silences
,
their
bent
carriage
,
their
evident
unfriendliness
to
me
and
to
one
another
.
And
that
night
,
perhaps
,
I
was
in
the
mood
for
uncomfortable
impressions
.
I
resolved
to
get
away
from
their
vague
fore-shadowings
of
the
evil
things
upstairs
.
"
If
,
"
said
I
,
"
you
will
show
me
to
this
haunted
room
of
yours
,
I
will
make
myself
comfortable
there
.
"
The
old
man
with
the
cough
jerked
his
head
back
so
suddenly
that
it
startled
me
,
and
shot
another
glance
of
his
red
eyes
at
me
from
out
of
the
darkness
under
the
shade
,
but
no
one
answered
me
.
I
waited
a
minute
,
glancing
from
one
to
the
other
.
The
old
woman
stared
like
a
dead
body
,
glaring
into
the
fire
with
lack-lustre
eyes
.
"
If
,
"
I
said
,
a
little
louder
,
"
if
you
will
show
me
to
this
haunted
room
of
yours
,
I
will
relieve
you
from
the
task
of
entertaining
me
.
"
"
There
's
a
candle
on
the
slab
outside
the
door
,
"
said
the
man
with
the
withered
hand
,
looking
at
my
feet
as
he
addressed
me
.
"
But
if
you
go
to
the
Red
Room
to-night
--
"
"
This
night
of
all
nights
!
"
said
the
old
woman
,
softly
.
"
--
You
go
alone
.
"
"
Very
well
,
"
I
answered
,
shortly
,
"
and
which
way
do
I
go
?
"
"
You
go
along
the
passage
for
a
bit
,
"
said
he
,
nodding
his
head
on
his
shoulder
at
the
door
,
"
until
you
come
to
a
spiral
staircase
;
and
on
the
second
landing
is
a
door
covered
with
green
baize
.
Go
through
that
,
and
down
the
long
corridor
to
the
end
,
and
the
Red
Room
is
on
your
left
up
the
steps
.
"
