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He
became
aware
of
movement
ahead
of
him
in
the
dark
.
The
hedge
animals
,
all
of
them
,
were
clustered
at
the
base
of
the
Overlook
’
s
steps
,
guarding
the
way
in
,
the
way
out
.
The
lions
prowled
.
The
dog
stood
with
its
front
paws
on
the
first
step
.
Hallorann
opened
the
throttle
wide
and
the
snowmobile
leaped
forward
,
puffing
snow
up
behind
it
.
In
the
caretaker
’
s
apartment
,
Jack
Torrance
’
s
head
jerked
around
at
the
high
,
wasplike
buzz
of
the
approaching
engine
,
and
suddenly
began
to
move
laboriously
toward
the
hallway
again
.
The
bitch
wasn
’
t
important
now
.
The
bitch
could
wait
.
Now
it
was
this
dirty
nigger
’
s
turn
.
This
dirty
,
interfering
nigger
with
his
nose
in
where
it
didn
’
t
belong
.
First
him
and
then
his
son
.
He
would
show
them
.
He
would
show
them
that
…
that
he
…
that
he
was
of
managerial
timber
!
Outside
,
the
snowmobile
rocketed
along
faster
and
faster
.
The
hotel
seemed
to
surge
toward
it
.
Snow
flew
in
Hallorann
’
s
face
.
The
headlamp
’
s
oncoming
glare
spotlighted
the
hedge
shepherd
’
s
face
,
its
blank
and
socketless
eyes
.
Then
it
shrank
away
,
leaving
an
opening
.
Hallorann
yanked
at
the
snowmobile
’
s
steering
gear
with
all
his
remaining
strength
,
and
it
kicked
around
in
a
sharp
semicircle
,
throwing
up
clouds
of
snow
,
threatening
to
tip
over
.
The
rear
end
struck
the
foot
of
the
porch
steps
and
rebounded
.
Hallorann
was
off
in
a
flash
and
running
up
the
steps
.
He
stumbled
,
fell
,
picked
himself
up
.
The
dog
was
growling
-
again
in
his
head
-
close
behind
him
.
Something
ripped
at
the
shoulder
of
the
parka
and
then
he
was
on
the
porch
,
standing
in
the
narrow
corridor
Jack
had
shoveled
through
the
snow
,
and
safe
.
They
were
too
big
to
fit
in
here
.
He
reached
the
big
double
doors
which
gave
on
the
lobby
and
dug
for
his
keys
again
.
While
he
was
getting
them
he
tried
the
knob
and
it
turned
freely
.
He
pushed
his
way
in
.
"
Danny
!
"
he
cried
hoarsely
.
"
Danny
,
where
are
you
?
"
Silence
came
back
.
His
eyes
traveled
across
the
lobby
to
the
foot
of
the
wide
stairs
and
a
harsh
gasp
escaped
him
.
The
rug
was
splashed
and
matted
with
blood
.
There
was
a
scrap
of
pink
terrycloth
robe
.
The
trail
of
blood
led
up
the
stairs
.
The
banister
was
also
splashed
with
it
.
"
Oh
Jesus
,
"
he
muttered
,
and
raised
his
voice
again
.
