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" Yes, miss," said the waiter. " What time would you like dinner? " " We are going to the opera and my father does not like to hurry when does the opera commence ? " " They begin at half-past eight at the Theatre Marie." " Well, then I should think " Suddenly the door was thrown open, pushing the waiter violently forward. A young girl rushed in breathlessly, slamming the door behind her. " Marya! " cried Margery. " A man has been following me ! " she gasped, with her back against the door. " He is outside now." The waiter went toward the door, and she moved slowly away, holding a package tightly to her breast. " Don't let him in," she whispered imploringly. " Send for the police! " said Margery indignantly. " No no, don't! " interposed Marya Varenka, with a sudden look of fear. The waiter glanced at her curiously. " I don't want any fuss made," she said apologetically. Then she retreated toward Mr. Seaton's room and Margery followed her, putting an arm about her protectingly. The waiter opened the door and gazed out into the corridor. There was a man standing very near the door, lighting a cigarette. He nodded to the waiter. " No one is there, miss," called the waiter, holding the door partly open. The man outside smiled cynically, as he blew out his match. " Come and sit down, Marya," said Margery. " You are trembling all over." The waiter closed the door and Marya allowed herself to be pushed into an armchair. Her black eyes stared unbelievingly at the waiter. Her small, rather childish face was white and drawn with fear. " Are you sure ? " she asked in a whisper. " Nobody was there, miss," lied the waiter. " Nobody nobody was there," sherepeated in an effort to reassure herself. She heaved a deep-drawn sigh...