The Unclassed by George Gissing
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"What is the matter with you?" he asked. "Why are you trembling?" "Don't look round. It's that fellow behind us; I know he is following." "Somebody you know?" "Yes, and hate. Worse than that, I'm afraid of him. Will you keep with me till he's gone?" "Of course I will. What harm can he do you though?" "None that I know of. It's a strange stupid feeling I have. I can't bear the sight of him. Don't look round!" "Has he been a--a friend of yours?" "No, no; not in that way. But he follows me about. He'll drive me out of London, I know." They had reached Piccadilly Circus. "Look back now," she said, "and see if he's following still." Waymark turned his head; the man was at a little distance behind. He stopped when be saw himself observed, and stood on the edge of the pavement, tapping his boot with his cane. He was a tall and rather burly fellow, well dressed, with a clean-shaven face. |
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