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He
felt
watched
just
the
same
.
He
looked
at
the
peephole
in
the
center
of
the
door
and
wondered
what
would
happen
if
he
approached
it
,
stared
into
ft
.
What
would
he
be
eyeball
to
eyeball
with
?
His
feet
were
moving
(
feets
don
’
t
fail
me
now
)
before
he
realized
it
.
He
turned
them
away
from
the
door
and
walked
down
to
the
main
hall
,
his
feet
whispering
on
the
blue
-
black
jungle
carpet
.
He
stopped
halfway
to
the
stairs
and
looked
at
the
fire
extinguisher
.
He
thought
that
the
folds
of
canvas
were
arranged
in
a
slightly
different
manner
.
And
he
was
quite
sure
that
the
brass
nozzle
had
been
pointing
toward
the
elevator
when
he
came
up
the
hall
.
Now
it
was
pointing
the
other
way
.
"
I
didn
’
t
see
that
at
all
,
"
Jack
Torrance
said
quite
clearly
.
His
face
was
white
and
haggard
and
his
mouth
kept
trying
to
grin
.
But
he
didn
’
t
take
the
elevator
back
down
.
It
was
too
much
like
an
open
mouth
.
Too
much
by
half
.
He
took
the
stairs
.
He
stepped
into
the
kitchen
and
looked
at
them
,
bouncing
the
passkey
a
few
inches
up
off
his
left
hand
,
making
the
chain
on
the
white
metal
tongue
jingle
,
then
catching
it
again
.
Danny
was
pallid
and
worn
out
.
Wendy
had
been
crying
,
he
saw
;
her
eyes
were
red
and
darkly
circled
.
He
felt
a
sudden
burst
of
gladness
at
this
.
He
wasn
’
t
suffering
alone
,
that
was
sure
.
They
looked
at
him
without
speaking
.
"
Nothing
there
,
"
he
said
,
astounded
by
the
heartiness
of
his
voice
.
"
Not
a
thing
.
"
